Eulogy for forgotten souls

Arab spring,Summer of natural disaster,The never ending wars,When will the dying subside?

Whispered softly on a wind

brushing gently cross my skin

is a eulogy I shall sing

for all forgotten souls.

Lyrics dancing on my tounge

oh so anxious to be sung

Pay the piper so he'll play

before the bell tolls.

under a canopy of leaves

I run wild through swaying trees

each with embedded eyes

that can see to paradise.

As I lie beneath living timber

I swear I will remember

that all of you are part of me

and all the living dies.

I've lost so many lately.

I hope they do not hate me

for haveing no more tears

that I may shed.

Beneath the trees of eternal life

I swore myself to paradise.

The eulogy of forgotten souls

shall comfort me to death.

 

 

Is this the wind,

or my final breath

am I as perfect as the face on a tree.

take me to paradise,

to stand strong as a forrest

Do not cry for I'm where I want to be.

just sing me a sweet eulogy.

then plant me among the giant trees

 

Author's Note

I wrote this for all that died this summer from tornados earthquakes nuclear meltdown and forrest fires.Not just the people but the animals and trees as well.I love you all and you are not forgotten

Reviews

[Art Sun]

very nice work...even within loss we are held...those thoughts that are written for this world, where disasters and death run rampant, pay a tribute so as to know we truly feel and have compassion within us...

[Muse]

This is a beautiful tribute for the living souls that have lost so many loved ones.

Lyrics dancing on my tounge

did you mean tongue?

[Zoe Jay]

This is gorgeous, soft and haunting. There are a lot of soft sounds in this, and nothing to break up the flow, like something whispered, or the background babbling of a stream. It's as atmospheric as a graveyard, which is appropriate. There is strength and melancholy here, it has the feel of the time when we may stop weeping, but we still hold grief in our hearts. This is a delicate, expressive lament.
The rhyme is really good, it's strong enough to hold the poem together and give it coherency and just enough punch to stop it from being too dreamy or ethereal, but it's not intrusive.
For me, "As I lie beneath living timber" is a really pivotal line, because it juxtaposes the living world with the thoughts of death... but it's positive, it also reminds us that life continues, and that life is strong. The whole poem is set in the context of nature, of wind and leaves and trees, the poem itself breathes.
Very nicely done, well polished and elegant :)