12 February 2010

Tombstone Tales: And Night Falls Infinitely...

love is a rose #1

My oldest memory of the other

world where I lived

another life is a summer

evening and I am


and my mother

is a black widow sitting

by my bed in the last light

of a day that only brought

darkness and death and night

falls through the window

of the silent attic

when she sings,

no when she sighs slow

and sadly this madly

talking blues:

"Only what dies,

shall live, my son.

So I have to release

the immortal soul

from the body

that is a tomb."

And night falls

infinitely and forever

I will be


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