Darkness falls like a widow's veil,
shadows linger where mourners dwell
a tear......
Drops......
......shattters the silence
like a whisper of some long kept secret
buried now in the cold distant ground
as still as the dead,
as loud as the sound of grief,
Sharp and fading like the memory of warm skin,
echoing like the scream held in the breath of my heart,
that ghostly haze of your eyes......,
of dreams lost to the depths of endless night
and hours that collect like words
silent beyond the reach of my lips
No voice can touch you now
as sleep moves you beyond this world,
the sky, the clouds,
my arms......
6/22/09 Debbie Berk