valitus rakkautta
The crows keen their death-songs,
black feathers glistening beneath the sun's light.
The pyre is set and the two-handled jar waits close by.
It's patient - but of course it is. It has all the time in the world.
I felled the trees this morning with your old axe,
and hauled them one by one to this place,
and piled them one by one atop each other
until I could not see the rocky cliffs in the north.
They came - all of them came, but I let none near you.
You lie there and no-one can see you, including me.
You are so, so far away - so far away from all of us -
so far away from me.
I would that I had died and gone in your place.
The fire will burn tonight, all night,
and it will burn tomorrow morning as well.
I will stoke it the whole day and feed the flames,
and keep vigil by your ashes.
In the eye of twilight I will find your light and mine;
in the eye of twilight I will keep your light and mine.
In death have we parted but in death we shall meet again.
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Ephemeral Obscurity
Poetry❝I have never been myself as much as I have with you and all these words.❞ A beginner's attempt at poetry, exploring a few different forms and voices while trying to convey loss and beauty. Organized alphabetically, so feel free to read in what...
