Poems

Spirit

When I sleep

She whispers gently

When I die

She will be free

A breath, wind, essence

Unites us

Truth teller

She knows the secrets

Which I seek

And in the black death of night

She rises in beauty

Utters the Truth

A murmur, a message

Too oft forgotten

In the cold light of day

Until the next night

I die again

To continue her twilight song

But it will not be

Until my deathly sleep

That she will rise finally

To sing her song of eternal glory

Forever