Stay in the past forget the new day
Grey stones keeper of those who go
Stiller town, for all those who know
Do not weep for those who go.
I will not regret the changing
From one world, to the new.
Waiting has become a game .
One day to next, all the same.
Requiem for those who remain
Will they listen, sing the refrain?
Is there a calm for those who weep?
As I softly and sweetly sleep.
My aching heart free from toil,
Gently embraced by the soil,
As I slumber in a dreamless bed,
Who shall speak of life I’ve led?
The fleeing clouds clutter my pewter sky
The ancient chant says ~ a good day to die.
Do I leave a trace behind?
If someone looks, what they find?
Please, no one disturb my safe repose
Toss on my grave one red rose.
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Hi Kay lee,
sassi from ts here. Its nice to see your work up here. I have to agree with Dallas on the poem, its very sad yet has a very calming, peaceful tone. The red rose being tossed on the grave is my favourite line - love the image.
Welcome !
