As Shadows Vanish...Spirits Rise.
Updated on December 7, 2009
As Shadows Vanish...Spirits Rise.
Dawn slips in quiet,
its cool fingers rouse me,
as glimmers of light bleed
in from the shades pulled,
tearing me from sanctuary
that housed me,
just tough love from
some gentle hand tooled.
Six days I languished
in confines of sorrow,
after she perished
in a fiery blaze,
swearing without her
there'd be no tomorrow,
realizing now there'd
be many more days.
Oh, if there only could
be a small window,
into her dank coffin
sealed so far below,
shimmers of light would
seep in and rekindle
what blinds of death sealed
her most lovely face.
But with this intrusion
of morn I am grasping
that darkness is not f
or the living to crave,
it comes soon enough
with it's cold and cruel clasping
she'd never wish me
as a slave to her grave.
©_MFB III