In-severable
The
end of light had come,
Blackness
fell without a sound,
Replacing
shadows and glints,
To
which all are bound.
Then
he called across the waves,
Then
he called across the plains,
Then
he called through valleys,
Deeply
scored in gritted earth.
"What
am I to do now that you have gone?"
Whilst
he hung his head,
In
sorrow and despair,
A
soft and familiar voice,
Answered
as a prayer.
"As
you say I've lost my life, yet,
I
will remain should you not forget,
And
things you saw with open eye,
You
now may view with closed,
And
passions vigorous with fire,
Can
continue in repose.
But
you have our young to grow,
Across
years yet to come,
So
lock me fast as when alive,
And
take me home again."
Often
he would return,
To
a place of empty sun,
Speaking
with marble lips,
With
whom his life begun.
As
she said their young did thrive,
Through
their eyes she shone on him,
Till
time called each away,
And
the coat of purpose wore too thin.
Then
to the strand one night he came,
And
whispered across the depths,
That
he was tired of internal sighs,
Could
she give one last caress.
"I
am dying," he said aloud
"Then
die my love and fall."
He
sank upon his knees,
Then
gently folded into the tide,
Which
cared not to avoid him,
But
rolled him side on side.
When
the light woke the day,
And
water returned to ground,
Two
people had died on that night,
But
only one body found.
© 2013Connie's Words
