Tuesday, May 19, 2015


Death, no maiden proud
though some fools have called you so
not wrapped, skeletal in a a shroud
but quiet as tiptoe you stealthily
steal away my heart from me....
not breath, not life left to flow
all we once treasured, must age, must go
to find another world of tranquility
no one so free, death cannot end
his life, we curse, we rail if not against fate... who then
silences a breath, all movement ends
peace... your external sleep I did not fail