Death's Shadow
Shadows will absorb burdens of death’s hour
where the brightest lights reach, touching my soul,
and I’ll follow, a choreographed stroll
through time, feeling love’s eternal shower.
While the heartbroken grieve and angels sing,
Death will come at night and shine like morning.
The last breath drawn will be deepest, journeys
new with all the love I have ever known.
My father, leading by the hand, will show
truest joys, reuniting family.
While the heartbroken grieve and angels sing,
Death will come at night and shine like morning.
When darkest thoughts of death come to my mind
and tears, heavy-laden, fall from my eyes,
clouds may gather but not for days gone by.
I may cry for cherished souls left behind.
While the heartbroken grieve and angels sing,
Death will come at night and shine like morning.
Written 12/5/14
Received HM in Death Shadow Contest
Copyright © Rhonda Johnson-Saunders | Year Posted 2014
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