A Tapestry Woven in Poem
i.
The night is cold
tonight
the stars are burning
bright
the waning moon watches
over sleepless nights
shadows dance around
the burning fire light
is it right
this cold the heart must fight
in this darkest night
ii.
My one and only
oh, my one and only
I kiss your
pale lips
upturned to the gray
skies
and I wish for
day to end
their burning skies
torch my fading eyes
iii.
Her face is half beautiful
half decay
like transi
in the graveyard
she watches over you
you hope to see only beauty
the decay is turned away
you fear what you don't
understand of her
she's coming for you
you can't hide forever
half moonlit
half shadowed in dark
your realize your own duality
the inevitable decline
the sky above
the dust is at your feet
you run to get away
but it's everywhere
she's coming in to kiss your lips
not sure if its their warmth
or the cold
that draws you in
she whispers in your ear
the secrets you hoped to never know
it grips your heart
the knowledge of your
own mortality
the air draws thin
your blood is running cold
lips fail to move
its too far from touch
you've already given in...
to a spreading darkness
ix. Funeral Dirge
Here I live
my body
broken asunder
a temple
for the earth
I once arose
flesh from ashes
we all go to dust
fear not, cry not
for I arise again
things are more
than they seem
immortality isn't
so inconceivable.
Robin Coe is a journalist and author. She wrote the fantasy novel "Fly on the Wall" and graphic novel "Illustrated Book of Wrath".
