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Silence is but one expression
And tonight my one companion
When darkness rules this dreary land
You were with for so long
But when I blink your gone
And my world today is slowly drowning
You're not here to guide me
But I feel you now beside me
And how I wish this moment
Would never have an end
I could reach out and touch you
Can I say I love you?
I still remember that night
When we said our last goodbye
One last goodnight
I know it's been a year
But I still can't stop these tears
None of these useless words
Can do a thing for this hurt
I can't remember your sweet voice
But if I had a choice
I'd be there with you tonight
But I only see you in my mind
You're not here to guide me
But I feel you now beside me
And how I wish this moment
Would never have an end
I could reach out and touch you
Can I say I love you?
I still remember that night
When you said our last goodbye
One last goodnight
You gave me your parting words
Before you even saw that hearse
If only I had made some time
Room for you in my one life
You're not here to guide me
But I feel you now beside me
And how I wish this moment
Would never have an end
I could reach out and touch you
Can I say I love you?
I still remember that night
When we said our last goodbye
One last goodnight
And tonight my one companion
When darkness rules this dreary land
You were with for so long
But when I blink your gone
And my world today is slowly drowning
You're not here to guide me
But I feel you now beside me
And how I wish this moment
Would never have an end
I could reach out and touch you
Can I say I love you?
I still remember that night
When we said our last goodbye
One last goodnight
I know it's been a year
But I still can't stop these tears
None of these useless words
Can do a thing for this hurt
I can't remember your sweet voice
But if I had a choice
I'd be there with you tonight
But I only see you in my mind
You're not here to guide me
But I feel you now beside me
And how I wish this moment
Would never have an end
I could reach out and touch you
Can I say I love you?
I still remember that night
When you said our last goodbye
One last goodnight
You gave me your parting words
Before you even saw that hearse
If only I had made some time
Room for you in my one life
You're not here to guide me
But I feel you now beside me
And how I wish this moment
Would never have an end
I could reach out and touch you
Can I say I love you?
I still remember that night
When we said our last goodbye
One last goodnight
Literature
whale song
it’s quarter after midnight.
above, blocking needlepoint patches of stars,
a whale swims across the sky.
she does not belong there.
held up by fog instead of ocean,
she inhales deeply the thin, cold air,
and hopes for the best.
i wish i had lungs
that could hold fresh air for half an hour.
blankets of fat wrapped warm
around the muscles of my body,
voice slow and soft,
heart strong enough to pump blood for miles.
you are my ocean
& i am not a whale.
i only wish
i’d brought a stronger boat.
Literature
Three Views of Death
1.
she is sitting on the stairs
she holds her knees
close
to the center
of her body
her mother is by the couch
her eyes full
like a glass
of untouched water
there are voices
in the kitchen
-speaking soft
she doesn't know them
the yellow light
of the living room
moves with
distant shadows
she breathes
she doesn't think
about her brother
she doesn't
think
2.
church windows
hidden sun
shedding light
i remember
the carpet moving
green shadow
flat beneath the weight
of my feet
his face is
sudden
pale and
too soft
one hand
folded white
over the other
i feel a silence
waiting
teeth folded
in the heavy dark
swollen like a river
3.
t
Literature
if you have ghosts (you have everything)
my hands were blue and so was i
and i had everything:
a christmas tree
a guitar tuned by humidity
a dark library underneath my pillow
and a voice whose words jerk, jut
and stab quietly into one another
so i may never understand;
it was two AM, dawn of a decade
and here a ghost has me motionless in 1933.
--
i never met my grandfather till today--
he dies in 1975
and in 2020 he is born
at the bottom of a drawer in the kitchen,
his coffin and crib:
he is swaddled in moth-eaten dishtowels by a nameless undertaker
(or perhaps an autophagic author himself);
his crib and coffin:
he is buried a lifetime
(deaf to my cacophonous lifetime et ceter
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A song I wrote in memory of my grandmother
RIP
Mildred Conyers Wirth
August 23, 1923 - June 16, 2010
I miss you grandmother
RIP
Mildred Conyers Wirth
August 23, 1923 - June 16, 2010
I miss you grandmother
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