Stealthily He enters
My most unwelcome guest,
Waiting,
For neither permission nor admission.
...
Tonight, let’s hie to the villages
‘nd sleep in the fields-
soothed by the chill evening air
watched over by the sentinel stars
...
My love
let thy spirit be one with mine,
let thy memories roost in mine heart,
let our souls fly free endlessly
...
Grief spreads
A dark cloak
Over my heart and mind
Like a fog that hampers view.
...
We met each other, by chance,
In the corridors of time
To share a few moments of
Happiness and bliss,
...
Dead, dead, dead
Stone cold dead, sans
Warmth or breath
Lies my love for you...
...
My Guest, My Host
Stealthily He enters
My most unwelcome guest,
Waiting,
For neither permission nor admission.
Unannounced, amidst deep silence
He makes his entry
Anytime, anyplace, anywhere
By undeniable right’nd might
Vanquishing all challengers
To silence.
Leaving those Unfortunate,
He cares not to grace,
To keening wails.
Drawing closer, He
Nudges, beckons, embraces
With his cold clammy hands-
I can do nothing
But reckon His biding
And follow Him.
For, Death, my guest
Has now turned
My gracious host.