My Tears Virginia Carraway Stark Pitter patter rain drops Falling this morning With my tears As I hear that you have Left this plane You were always full of love And you A sweet light The mother of my mother You were beautiful Pitter patter…

Past lives are silent whispers on your ancient tongue, waiting to be bit.’

I stand at the shore Waving my hand To those who Have embarked on The journey I am not invited Like quicksilver, Their smiles, faces, Voices, hands, mannerisms Disappear into the fog, Toward sunrise, sunset, Rise up to the stars Of the navy night sky….

Stuck in a whirlwind Of cataclysmic proportions I blow like a tornado And each and every thought That crosses my mind Screams out! Out of the pain Out of the shattered promises Splattered hopelessly Sharp like broken glass No more pain No more holding the…

Death is not darkness. It is the worlds I travel At night in some dreams.

I stopped breathing When you fell asleep In death Just one more hug Just one more call One more conversation One more chance to make You proud I stopped breathing And the sorrow hasn’t left

  Lost on a Black River The water is so dark and erry Feel the vampire bites of the river mosquitoes on your hands and feet Death seems to be in the air, as the trees sway in the breeze The moon lits the river…

I feel its grip around my throat, Death’s cold and grasping hand, While the soul I once was tied to, Drifts free far above this land, The towns stretched out below me, See no shadow as I pass, No gust of breeze to prove I’m there,…

I’m not dreaming this sense of allegory I’m not imagining this sense of melancholy dark robed figures swing scimitars in grain filled fields of wheat and oats death is in the harvest bloated bodies line the streets no cart, no crier, no relief i can’t…