The thunder rakes across my sky,
as my twins lay still and die.
The rain pours down in blood red drops,
and all my world cries and stops.
The lonely wind howls low.
The rivers swell then rage and flow.
The unicorn runs a race of time,
to return to my sky a ray of sunshine.
The wolf paces close not leaving my side.
All my creatures hold together my life.
The day dawns black and gray.
The kittens lay still they do not play.
The butterflies that flutter by,
their colors fade as deeply they sigh.
All the world shutters and quakes.
The icy cold waters run black.
The flowers close and turn their backs.
No swan trumpets, nothing is heard.
Silence has swept over every bird.
The dragon hatchlings sense the need,
so the heal my heart they'll plant a seed.
A seed in which to their joy will grow,
a happiness I'll come to know.
They know I shall never forget my boys,
yet I must live on and find other joys.
The owl turns the clock of time.
The only ease to sorrow of my kind.
The animals all stay close and wait to see,
if I will again open the gate.
For now they all feel my pain.
Me standing in the blood red rain.
Written in the hospital, the night I lost my twin baby boys. This is the 5th passage in the My World series, perhaps I will post more if people enjoy them.
©Crystal Erickson 6/15/00
