Literature
she has crossed the River
jan 23rd, 2012
don't hide the light in your voice,
don't let it slip between the cracks in your teeth
and sit like tobacco smoke, rotting the whites of your childish smile...
you were tired, dear one. i knew you were
and you had pushed your body through fire and flood.
if i could define living, i would
define your life;
but i cannot define dying, for no,
you never died. i realise now,
you only passed over the River
on that bridge of Realms.
how terribly strange it must have been,
to feel your spirit slip away
and to feel the separation of
body, mind, and soul;
to have felt the sky split,
and the cracks in your body match t