Posts Tagged ‘Spirit’

The Spirit- with Her fire Wings-

tries Her very best

to fly upward to my mind,

‘stead of beating ‘neath my breast.

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Out

as a candle

dims and breathes its last

dark gray curl of smoke.

Out of the clutter,

the hands of loved ones

not to far off,

the bookshelves standing

like sentinels,

the bedroom walls boarding your body in,

but not your breath,

not your spirit.

You were not afraid.

Fear of death

is for the young people.

You lived long enough, well

enough. It was time

to say goodbye

to it all.

And so you did.