
I ran into the woods when I heard you died
I sought an escape a place to thrust my heart to
I picked on leaves and sowed trees to hide in
My eyes feel sour from all the Bags of curdled moist.
This out-pour of cumulating tears
I woke up and ran when I heard you died.
On grey grounds, moving somewhere, almost close and far
Into the mountain, pounding on stretched steeps of tar
I longed for a firm tower
a mistress, a maid any spurious assistance
a word, a memory to have a hold of power
yet the cold coolness of morning offered no comfort
I hoped the thunder would bolt
I searched the clouds for the rain to fall,
wanting its heaviness to drape me
and shave away the ropes of cheeky ache
How naïve I had been
to sanely believe.. you would always be here.
In my midst, close enough, never too far, tied by our blood
How shameless the ground is for seeming unassuming.
Its trees and flora gentled by the wind
Left and right, swayed slowly so
Already forgetting that its clasped onto the body of another man
surrendered their form. now reforming. returning. back to dust
Ashes and dust our seeds and skin
now reforming. returning. back to you.
Instantly clasped, betrayed by the bitter fallenness of this world
enclosed by the earth trying to understand how quickly it forgets
It’s vows, its golden words, and vile whispers
It’s biting promise, its ties, and lies
its false appeal and unnecessities
You now have gone to join those before you.
Us alone, we wonder why
why now, not later…
could it all not wait,
it no longer matters
burdened by the solace of your swift escape
breathe in, breathe out and now the last
Gone, gone, gone with the wind
Carried by His mighty wings
Into our Fathers perilous gates
There you stand to be enthroned
with matchless beauty and endless worth
free from the cares of this world,
carried now in eternal grace
Your enchanting smile,
your kiddious humor and pretty fitted features
all but a mild, kind and dawning memory
weaved into my ancestral tapestry
placed sweetly in my history, my present yesterday
Goodbye for now
I will join you too,
we will all follow you too.
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