The Calling

from the land of eternal rest:

it sunk into his heart

nothing but affliction — aghast —

breaking them apart

look into her eyes:

gleaming with a sheen of ash; a coat.

then listen to her cries inside:

indeed, the end of the road

touch her hands — creased (with the years):

neither warm nor cold that day.

watch the drop of the last of her tears

as she smiles and fades away

to the land of eternal rest:

her soul shall live forever —

reading among a bed of flowers

and a golden shield of love

Originally Published: 28 Jul 2015

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