Till Death








Do not tell me of the shadow in this room,



the one that sits quietly, only breathing



softly. He looks at us with a hushed hunger
in his eyes, waiting to slowly surround and
consume us. His little eyes search for any doubt
within us. The little flowers that rest in my
hands cling to the faith they find within us.
Their little fingers gently opening, weaving
around each other to catch the little bit



of light that escapes us. Let me tell you that here,
as we stand filling with sunlight, our souls commit.


We grasp tightly as our bodies disappear



and all that is left is the sunlight that freed



us. In our brightness, the shadow cannot lurk or hide.

And in this light, where nothing can cheat or mislead,
everything is still in this place that we reside;
where nothing is left but the wind in which we stir,
nothing is left but the dust of what we were.