Archive for March 27, 2012

The burial

Nothing to look forward to,
all is wasted on me now:
sunbeams can’t warm me,
even crying won’t relieve me
as my tears have no fluid left,
they are stones.

So much was there
when so much meant you:
the whispering water of the stream
and the sudden rainbow there.
The smell of coffee in the morning
and the jokes you told.

All was you,
my mind was filled
with you.
I connected all beauty
with your presence.

Now I carry heavy pebbles
to where I shall bury your memory,
where it is cold and shady
and no flowers want to grow.

this one is a bit gloomy but it got stuck in my head so I better let it out πŸ™‚

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