Parted Lover
Now that I am gone, will you still hear
my voice, as it slowly fades from this
world to another?
Will you remember the embrace we shared
on the carpet of flowers, at the edge of hill?
The sun-birds darting in and out, fast
before the rain comes, and our life ends.
Oh Love -
can you hear my whisper, slow and steady,
my words reaching for you as my lips had once done
while you watch, as they lower my body below.
© Claudia Blanton 2013
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