"Poetry is thoughts that breathe, and words that burn." ~Thomas Gray
"Poetry unites." ~Anon
"Truth is such a rare thing, it is delightful to tell it." ~Emily Dickinson
Written by Sarah Copeland
She lives in Gabriola Island, Canada
Her blog: Questions in Black and White
And, 2009 in Pictures
Burial Song *Hum soft my night angel*
Take my hand and lead me on
as you sing this burial song
'oh hum soft my night angel
lifting your eyes to a horizon
bathed in caramel
oh hum soft my night angel
lowering your blood stained bones
into an earthen swaddle
oh hum soft my night angel
as the flies fill your ears,
you are deaf but don't be doubtful
oh hum soft my night angel
the shadows they laugh with grief
miming your journey dismal
oh hum soft my night angel
in the sky somewhere between the stars
there is a space for you my angel
oh hum soft my night angel
as this song comes to an end
and your body begins to shrivel
oh hum soft my night angel
lifting your eyes to a cover of mud
that stray feet will trample
oh hum soft my night angel
so as not to frighten the ignorant;
hum soft my night angel.'
Posted with consent from the writer.
Featuring: Poetry, Sarah Copeland
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Especially this-
oh hum soft my night angel
in the sky somewhere between the stars
there is a space for you my angel
a lover, yet at the same time
torturing their lover...
a haunting piece, with a chantlike
feel to her.
C. Brown
English Experiment
http://chriswasbrown.blogspot.com