Death
The Sky
held my elegant shadow
against the long winter day
and with the falling of the sun
fell a bird
fallen on the grace
of a cold blooded race
the look in her eyes
I will never escape
her silence reached across
to touch my trembling flesh
the familiar was gone
where softness and youth once lived
and the sea roared
upon the mountains in my heart
long winter days
came to an end
dancing under windows
I saw your old things, dolls and swings
life was taught here
like the sound in a seashell
it echoes over the wall that I built
and my heart believes
that the fallen bird found peace
as I hear her song with the falling of the sun
of warm winter spirits
I will remember you by
reach me now in Dreams
your spirit I will always know
but your death
I can not hold
Terry D’Arcy-Ryan
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