Passing Away(for Chris Faiers, from an old Raven who needs the laughter of crickets)In a world of dream quiet holds me; late night now cradles silent touch, my breath releases and embraces warm moments before cold sleep. Sacred war of love, fetch my defeat. Despoil my soul to soft desolation, make my homeland never return: I wander forever free from arrival. Inner death of all future possibility brings petals of icicle time falling where my lovers are held by others, giving comfort to gentle memories. All our warmth that once was woven, wraps them safe in fine winter coats, our kisses snowflakes in starry curls when twinkling spent our love away. In a world of dream quiet holds me; late night now cradles silent touch, my breath releases and embraces warm moments before cold sleep. Slumber dances darkness far away powdery wings of moon owls glide my soaring thoughts to tranquil end; peaceful caress of words until light. Wind is my blanket. Stars my bed. I did not die alone. My heart was a monumental scar mapping an epoch, until blessings made it still as stone. Spent with labours a body finds rest, makes a nest next to rippling stream, eyes close to harvest forth in night where dawn never wakes a journey. In a world of dream quiet holds me; late night now cradles silent touch, my breath releases and embraces warm moments before cold sleep. - Jim Larwill (September 2009) |