That Tuesday evening there came Down heavy ebon feathered Death. So heavy; dreamlike, unreal; We here ridiculously. Life In silence; what do we do? Held orphan-eyed outside of time. Where are we now? It's unknown, All terra incognita where We feel alone and unsure. What language breaks the barrier? Death strikes us dumb, isn't known More now, is no more understood. What words, directions or cries Make any difference, any sense Here on the shoreline of grief? You light-polluted cataracts Long dead as well up above, Sparse cosmic veil, what say you then? All words becoming confused, All distance menacingly stretched, Souls isolated in sand, Cells consummated into glass. No flesh can speak in the tongue Which renders right mortality. “Thank you for being a friend;” Thank you for having been a friend. “You must take care of yourself;” Take care yourself without me here. What fear interprets a word, How frantically the mind goes deaf! Swan singing under the fog? Lost soul already calling out, Voice reaching back from beyond Gray promontory of despair? I feared I'd lose you as well; Ears deaf with tears, insensible. So very distant I shake, So impotently wrung by dread Here far away like Isolde, Trapped, fearing for my lover's life, Who wanders lonely in what Feels like a banishment right now.
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