Death: Now Dwells

Oh, there was a past time when though my path was rough: Joy once dallied in my heart but death now dwells- like the frosty silence of a tomb. In agony, I journey a stone path, I am lost in endless weeping and grief. In placid hours come thoughts like a winter dream: Earth embrace him, love, laid to rest! My soul is aching and I am sleepy with numb pain: Joy once dallied in my heart but death now dwells- let him rest with dust in his eyes. Oh, no more will he stir, nor breath, how white the cemetery and how snowed-in. I visit his tomb and stand suspended in time: In this dead place, by a frozen river. Suddenly, the wind is kicking up the snow drifts: the trees shake as a wild wind whistles in winter pines, overhanging boughs pulling my hair: I whisper- is that you my love . . . . _____________________________ March 1, 2019 Poetry/Verse/Death: Now Dwells Copyright Protected, ID 19-1119263-02 All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym. Written for the contest, Dance with Death sponsor, Chantelle Anne Cooke First Place