edward lilley Poems
|1.||It Starts With A Whisper||4/21/2006|
|4.||Full And Running Over||6/19/2008|
|5.||Oh Yes...And Stars||4/22/2006|
|6.||We Are A Meadow||5/2/2006|
|7.||These Words On Wings||5/2/2006|
|8.||Behind Old Doors||5/2/2006|
|9.||A Wild Heart Returned||5/3/2006|
|10.||Breaking Through Brambles||4/17/2006|
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I miss you.
It has rained for two weeks here.
Winter has seemed endless.
So little light.
Last night, I watched a trickle, and then legions of ladybugs emerge from a crack in our bedroom ceiling.
Early this morning I recieved your letter telling me you will not be coming back.
I sat helpless, stupid for a long time in the dark.
At noon I found a beautiful cardinal dead beneath our side window,
Having battled to his death with his own reflection.
I promised I would bury him later when I could find something to wrap him in
And laid him on the porch out of ...