Sunday, March 16, 2014

She ...

My heart so still
Not a wind to move the leaves
Not a wave to sail on sea
Parched earth & withered flowers
Even the thoughts failed to be
The clock would not tick
Through a long endless night
So absolute was my death ...
Till she came and inspired a whiff of life. 

1 comment:

Nature Walker said...

She dies each day- each moment.
Certain she shall rise once more-

And she breathes, heaves, and waits
For that death, and that love, that lore-

Eternity and Forever, Earth and Firmament
Togetherness- The separation does Implore-

Will you be mine?
In sickness and in health?
Till death do us apart?