alone
in the dead of night
burglar moon at the window
having stolen the colors of this day
the world chill and quiet
I wonder
how thin the veil
between here and gone
and what will be the final breath
the beckoning breeze
the courier gust
to part that curtain
to lift me
shed of mortal husk
and carry me through
to where
to what
I do not know
only that the day
the hour
the moment
draws ever closer
as I lie
alone
in the dead of night
“how thin the veil / between here and gone”: these words reverberate, the sense of finality expressed both tenderly and with sadness.
I like the circling nature of those thinly veiled thoughts.
powerful Rob…liked it very much and thanks for sharing
whew – powerful stuff; I’m forever pondering about the veil between sanity and insanity but of course, there’s always this one … beautiful, poignant piece
i agree, the veil is a good symbol for thinly veiled thoughts
congregating tribes
zongrik, the ‘veil’ was more intended as a symbol for ‘death’ — but I can see your take on it… thanks for visiting…
I wonder of this quite often, as death surrounds me. I feel this. Nice pen.
my latest:
http://magicinthebackyard.wordpress.com/2012/01/17/we-make-love/
You captured the universal existential dread perfectly.
one day it will catch me…when it does i will give it more time than i do now…smiles…
nice way to get the reader involved
Will catch me sooner or later, but until then it will have to nip at my heels.
Love this pair, Rob:
“how thin the veil
between here and gone”
~Shawna
http://rosemarymint.wordpress.com/2012/01/17/dearth-of-reason/
extreme!
powerfully expressed…thin veil felt so heavy. wonderful write ~ Rose
“burglar moon at the window
having stolen the colors of this day
the world chill and quiet” – That’s pretty great right there.
Liked the arrows as well. Nice touch.