Sunday, May 15, 2011

Iron & Wine



Will you say when I'm, gone away,
"My lover came to me and we'd lay,
In rooms unfamiliar but until now."

Will you say to them, when I'm gone,
"I loved your son for his sturdy arms,
We both learned to cradle then live without."

Will you say when I'm, gone away,
"Your father's body was judgement day,
We both dove and rose to the riverside."

Will you say to me, when I'm gone,
"Your face has faded but lingers on,
Because light strikes a deal with each coming night."

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

This prose is beautiful.