Grief death bereavement consolation (Remove filter)
Behind The Veil
The day death came, she saw
A moth holding court
In the corner of the room, a flickering
Sepia shadow, muted
Whispers from the nearby
Ether where her God
Was waiting.
And it fluttered flighty
Morse code, signals of
Transition and how to slip
Behind the veil; softly,
Softly in the fading of
Presence, the evaporating
Senses, she found it
Her silken sunbeam, ...
Sunday 11th June 2017 9:18 pm
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