Knowing that eternal sleep comes soon, I wrote this during my grandfathers tragic fight with the pain caused by cancer. I didn't know he would be gone in three weeks.
In colors green, blue, and perhaps gray,
This shawl numbs the creeping cold
Enveloping this long, silent closing day.
A warmth gone sullen to places distant
Usurping the rolling clouds of change,
Seeping into this November eve's close
Leaving chills and sounds far too strange,
For a life to comprehend, or a soul to know
What meaningful days are there to come
As fright and grief run their course,
While darkness awaits the rising sun.
Poetry by Morpheus
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Written on 2006-11-29 at 03:03
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Clouds of Change
Wrapped around shoulders weary,In colors green, blue, and perhaps gray,
This shawl numbs the creeping cold
Enveloping this long, silent closing day.
A warmth gone sullen to places distant
Usurping the rolling clouds of change,
Seeping into this November eve's close
Leaving chills and sounds far too strange,
For a life to comprehend, or a soul to know
What meaningful days are there to come
As fright and grief run their course,
While darkness awaits the rising sun.
Poetry by Morpheus
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Written on 2006-11-29 at 03:03
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