Archive for February, 2014

We send you off

into that good night.

You were seen off

by golden sunlight.

Though tears plague this spectacle,

I remember your happiness

most of all

We’ll be alright.

For my Grandmother, born Feb. 1919, died Feb. 2014

“It’s almost impossible to let someone go when you know they’re not in the past; they’re alive, you’re alive, and you’re both living in the same present- just not always in the same place.”- Original

You can’t forget that they’re there.

The Spirit- with Her fire Wings-

tries Her very best

to fly upward to my mind,

‘stead of beating ‘neath my breast.

Death stopped on a Dark day-

when I had lost my Gall.

Now I’m grateful- for her Halt-

that she Stopped my Fall.

The Intonation- of the Wind-

scraped against my Ear-

but what Fortune that it was

the Last thing I would Hear-

The Hole on my head

cannot conceal,

were it not for my Mind,

which maintains Control.

Sympathy of Nature

is such a far fetched thing.

We think we see it

in Sunlight,

but this is merely a Consequence

of Revolutions-

this Spring.