Daydreaming My Funeral
falling faces fall forward, with fallen emotions....each one folded and tucked away for a future moment
eyes, straight yet narrow, sit with a slight squint, in pain...a hint...
sunken brows align and aim like cross-hairs targeting a deeper power...begging with desire to understand why death defines us at the time of her hour
you are father for your death...earth, wind, fire and rain will be your new breath...
I fall to my father, letting salt, soil, and sand absorb me, forever in time, the world will continue....but behind....
"He walked in shoes....weathered and worn..." were the first words crumbling away, at the staggered brick walls of....my funeral day.....
eyes, straight yet narrow, sit with a slight squint, in pain...a hint...
sunken brows align and aim like cross-hairs targeting a deeper power...begging with desire to understand why death defines us at the time of her hour
you are father for your death...earth, wind, fire and rain will be your new breath...
I fall to my father, letting salt, soil, and sand absorb me, forever in time, the world will continue....but behind....
"He walked in shoes....weathered and worn..." were the first words crumbling away, at the staggered brick walls of....my funeral day.....
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