In darkness she walks the planes of thereafter
as death ‘round lives tender so mutedly preys
today then tomorrow draws her not closer
her presence through time shoring up in life’s bay.
A friend and a jester in shadows enveloped
she stands at my door asking with me to stay
the play of her forces draws me to greet her
for straying in blindness only time may delay.
Through pink and black leaves she outwardly beckons
and hands in cold terror belatedly folds
for both of us know she long here had treaded
leading our cycles unto the beyond.
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In darkness we walk, praying together
her void with my tears I never did fill
and as I embrace her she weaves in all feeling
priming a heart for life’s waves never still.
Notes From Afar 