Something feels different
I can't seem to speak,
as I watch how you tremble
then kiss my cold lips.
*
I notice the teardrops
spill out from your eyes
When they rest on my tongue
there's no salted surprise.
*
All my senses are failing,
my heart pulsing weak.
Silver threads hold my soul
as I leave you to weep.
*
But a new light appears,
as your sweet beauty fades
I see angels hold hands in the sun.
*
So I follow thier path
through this arch made of stars -
do not cry for me. Now I'm with God
***
About the Creator
Simon Aylward
Undiscovered Irish Playwright and Poet - Seeker of eternal youth - Wannabe time traveller and believer in spiritual energies - Too many books to read, not enough time!
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