as we laid your body down and you crossed the bridge
to the other side
the airy wind blew it’s gentle breeze around us, it flowed
to the other side
a lone tear escaped my eyes racing to my mouth
I had promised that I would stop crying
but the calmness of the air reminds of your gentle ways
when will we see you again, if ever, my heart is pained.
For you my dear friend – departed – I wish not to say. May your soul find rest after all the pain. May you know peace and may your wings continue to flap gently in the wind. I see your smile. Though we know that none of us will get out of here alive, that death is part of life, yet, its sting is never lessened.
her expectations as mistress aren’t going anywhere
he steals into her chamber in the cover of the dark
silently, he leaves in the wee hours of light
lonely, her heart never knows respite
our expectations become the mistress of life
guiding us from shore to shore
from here to anywhere
we keep sailing.
It’s fun to take part in challenges again. I came across the ‘Three Things Challenge on Pensivity101’s blog‘ and decided to give it a go just to get the writing juices flowing again.
These are
the number of kisses that we’ve had
the little dinners we have held
the evening walks on Tuesday’s end
the glorious sunsets around the bend
These are
the number of laughter we have shared
the times our silence has been paired
the million tiny tales we’ve told
the times you held me when I cried
These are
the moments we lived as we foretold
the times that slipped and went untold
the many nights our eyes went unslept
the promises made and yet unkept