Eric Cockrell


Poet's Epitaph - Poem by Eric Cockrell

i see the lights of a far distant shore.
i hear the moan of thundered skies.
i smell the perfume of rain not fallen.
i taste the lips of earth, and of trees.
i see the fire in cold artic winters.
i hear the words the wind desires.
i smell the scent of passion held back.
i taste the blood of coming death.
i see the dawn of the blackened cave.
i hear the weeping of mountains still.
i smell the coffin, and shovelled dirt.
i taste the spirit set free in flight!


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  • (4/4/2012 10:35:00 AM)


    A fantastic poem, like it. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, April 4, 2012

Poem Edited: Wednesday, April 4, 2012


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