death.
not loosing someone
but loosing some part of us because of it.
it's strange isn't it
how you fathom someone
someone's touch, someone's presence
someone's warmth
and in the miles of a life time , they are lost.
Fragmented bodies, under fixed stone
the sound of the heart turns to the the sound of the bells tolling to announce the departure.
From where does one get the courage to burn a body?
From where does one get the strength to walk away from a body so cold?
Warmth turns to shivers
red blush of blood to pale
smooth touch to hardened body
How it all changes
as the inevitable walks through the door.
an old woman telling stories
and now has become one.
changing the is to was.
how death surrounds us all
Entombs some
awakens some.
YOU ARE READING
Seven Visits to Heaven.
PuisiLet the mind turn the thoughts of another universe into words and sentences understood in this one.
