we sleep inside this realm of being
living while dying
alive
such fragile creatures we are
human
we take flight each eve
as birds of precious dawn
oh, this fine hour
soaring above sweet cirrus
far surpassing realms of glory
worlds where we are all equal
i see this in my dreams
in my eyes
in my sight
this sight
My Lord, why were I born with such a soft heart?
i sigh for the leaves
as they leap from the limbs of Mother Nature
one by one they fall to untimely deaths
empty breaths
her children
yet she remains silent
sentinel
unable to mourn
preparing for the frost.
© Susan Marie 2011
