It Shall Come

February 20, 2018

 

Soft the sleep that claims the dead

Such abandon to the earth

The fecundity of life

gifting the still, dark berth

 

I too shall have a bedchamber

of leaves , green moss and bracken fern

My eyes though hollow seeming

still gaze upon my soul's return

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