Tender Death

For my content soul, I am broken

Shattered.

Pale skin yellows, scrunches at the gentle touch of warmth.

Dazing vision, at the remembrance of my beloved, 

When one’s call bellows, one’s call remains unanswered.  

Can death’s agony be as tender as it is to she? Can her glow gleam 

As bright as her Venus beauty?

I await my last tender breath to this tender death, lying gracefully 

Centred in this enchanting meadow, beholding the gentle wind, 

Making the wildflowers dance and the foliate grass rustle, 

The melodies of the birds showcasing spring’s beauteous romance,

Like violins they sing, the delicate symphonies, remembering my beloved’s final glance. 

Tis near, no longer feeling the warm rays on my bloodless veins, 

no  longer beholding the sun’s mighty bright light.

Though the notion that my beloved is far far away stings, content am I at this peaceful passing.

Author's Note

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Reviews

[Zachary]

Very moving, soulful, solemn and tender. I like the use of sound and the delicate symphonies. It is a delicate piece and one to read slowly, in silence. Glad I happened upon your work.

[Juste Muremanyundo]

Thank you so much! I truly appreciate it really, do you have any critics?