Category: Thoughts

The Burial

Wind instead of rain
Tears and yet no pain
Dirt tossed upon a coffin
Where in lies a body
Of a boy, and where in
Lies the pieces of my heart
And the pain that nobody
No child, should ever be a part

And yet here we stand,
Children, mother, and father
Beside this sacred land
Where in your body shall rest
Yes, here we stand,
Beating on our breasts.

Night fell

As night fell and the world began to drowse
You also fell, fell into an eternal slumber
And as the night came in full force
Your death came harder, faster, more painful
And night fell, and you fell, and both
Now rest in what seems to be forever
But ah, you shall rise again, on the last day,
And as you shall rise on the last day the morn
Shall come again and rise victorious for
Us still here below once more

autumn

The year’s favorite child here comes soon
He is an eternal golden high noon
He comes as an artist, weighed down with paint
Red, orange, and silver, no color too faint
He brings with him brushes of every size,
Small, big, and the biggest is to paint the sky
A golden hue like mother earth’s favorite lullaby

Here comes Autumn with his painters bag
Here comes Autumn, his brown eyes so sad
Short is his stay, but he does not mind,
His best work, his favorite, he will leave behind
For us to enjoy until his reckless sister
Comes screaming along, she is the Winter