Outlive The HandIn death she spoke of waitingHer final days were longThese fields hang changed since last she weptBefore the silent throngShe sits where childhood memories lieAbove, beside, within themThe carvings have outlived the handWhich bled to first begin themAs features of the landscape mergeThe oldest trees are fallingAwareness sweeps the view asideShe stares as if recallingSeen first beyond the canopyThey soon had reached the bordersThe clouds infused with burning breathArrived from coldest cornersThe windswept valley hastens nowAs dying words are utteredFrom lips of earth and sapling's strainLike leaves, her last thoughts flutteredAgain it darkens overheadThe knowledge of it stills meAnd when the water starts to fallPreserve the drop that kills me
Outlive The Hand
Trả lờiXóaIn death she spoke of waiting
Her final days were long
These fields hang changed since last she wept
Before the silent throng
She sits where childhood memories lie
Above, beside, within them
The carvings have outlived the hand
Which bled to first begin them
As features of the landscape merge
The oldest trees are falling
Awareness sweeps the view aside
She stares as if recalling
Seen first beyond the canopy
They soon had reached the borders
The clouds infused with burning breath
Arrived from coldest corners
The windswept valley hastens now
As dying words are uttered
From lips of earth and sapling's strain
Like leaves, her last thoughts fluttered
Again it darkens overhead
The knowledge of it stills me
And when the water starts to fall
Preserve the drop that kills me