![]() to each their ownA Poem by Lore-in![]() death walks with sorrow as his shadow![]() where was the world on the day that you died? the ladies in white sang. the ladies in black cried. to each their own, their own mourning ways. to each their own, their own passing of days. and as i sit alone in the cold of the world, i wonder what ever became of those ladies. those ladies who mourned you as you passed from this world. i imagine... the ladies in black ran away, with skirts of ebony silk dazzling and flashing behind them as crows flew blackening the skies, leaving the world dark. darker than night. i imagine... the ladies in white sauntering through gardens throwing white rose petals at their feet, so that they may walk pure. in their skies, there were doves, bringing peace to the world. in the center of these worlds, sat you. you, pondering the endless possibilities of life beyond death. you, in your starched white shirt and creased black pants. you, caught in the middle of two worlds. two worlds colliding. you were born of these worlds. and now... you were dead in these worlds. i imagine... your thoughts. the gypsy women that flash their smiles through your head. they know the way to your heart. i imagine... you staring up at the moon. you staring up at the stars. you staring up at the sun. you staring up at the clouds. daydreaming. just as i am now. © 2011 Lore-in |
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Added on June 27, 2011 Last Updated on June 27, 2011 Author |