Death, I am here
waiting with the darkness
that you collect
in your velvet casket.
The pretty stars that were
my childlike eyes
have lost their light.
I am as cold and still
as a statue,
but without fright.
There are no shadows here
to worry me.
I cannot call to you
but you will hear my silence,
it is quieter than velvet.
You will carry me with ease
because I no longer exist.
Darkness lay me softly
on your black pillow of night.
Sally Plumb
No shadows in the dark. Yes, very insightful. Time seems to wear us into invisibility, and what need the invisible fear?
wow superbly done! i will save u from this darkness and tuck u to bed myself hehe just kidding my friend..marvelous write indeed! u always are amazing! bravo!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Finally had some time to drop in and I must say, that is very nice.You have such a way with words
Thanks, James, I appreciate your company, and your comment xx
Thank you James for your interest and comment