Aug 19 2008
There is a light here
that shines from the moon
and sends me gentle
to sleep
There is a song here
that comes from the ocean
and guides me safely
to truth
There are colors here
that come from the sun
and sends me quiet
to my place
There is a whisper here
that comes from your tears
and embraces me eternal
to life
I am not gone
I am just waiting
Until
we meet
again
(for my dear friend, Kim. love, sarah)
copyright 2008
Aug 06 2008
There was a moment
just before it
all fell to shit
life teemed with
possibility
perhaps promise
And I stood to
shake its hand
I smiled to
welcome it
Then the crash
came down
And my former life
would never be
recognized
Death entered
and stood laughing
throwing back
its hood and exposing
Itself
the angels were in
short supply
And I never knew
I would wish
to give my life
so another would not
have to
And I said
please God, take me
copyright 2008
(for k)
Prose is architecture, not interior decoration.
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