Visit at the churchyard


Journey of Destiny


When I respectfully bent down

over the earth where he was resting

everything seemed horribly grey.


only the wind was howling of the dead

without awakening them from their dreams.


I carried my own dream,

drowning in sorrow

an eternal farewell


Tomorrow, or soon, I know,

a last breath of life -

then I will be led towards the unknown.


Again the wind will be howling of the dead

without awakening them from their dreams



Words by Northlight
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Written on 2009-01-21 at 16:59

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Eli The PoetBay support member heart!
I agree with what has already been said. The imagery and flow of this piece is wonderful. Thank You.

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2009-01-31


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2009-01-31


gemma
i love this, it just flows so well.
beautiful.
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2009-01-21


melanie sue
Eerrily somber piece....reflecting what we all wonder and anticipate.....very well written
2009-01-21