A ribbon of darkness
streaks across the sky
as far as the eye can see
to beckon on the night skies
at the dusk of day.
A ribbon of darkness
embedded within life’s sorrow,
we hope within our hearts
will all soon fade away.
A ribbon of darkness
that attaches itself to everyone
when twilight skies
eventually come to call.
A ribbon of darkness
that beckons sleep to come
to every nodding head
and death to all those
lying on death’s bed.
16 June 2008
I know that ribbon....wish I could find a pair of scissors and cut the ties...seems both are invisible....I know they are there...but fumble around in the dark to find them....sad piece...but I truly can relate to it
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Sometimes for priests necessarily instructor, especially after day a birth. Do not long David... The Grace has reduced only temporarily (I, only as the friend...) ...10... Best wishes, Tsira