Tuesday 23 March 2010

foot steps

I can hear your
Foot steps;
At the close of My ears
Like a folk song
Embedded with sad

Filled with
The music of departure
But, calm;
Charming invitation.
And I feel
The cold touch
Of your figures
At my back neck.
I am coming dear
Without my corpus, even.
Fill my soul, death;
With your black rose..