June and the Sun.

Jun 06, 2006 21:28

θεία Iano had the best voice.
Her life was hard but full.
Not the slyness of one sister.
Or the hatchet in the other.
The hatchet is my mother,
but her edge is getting dull.

James Paul was old enough to leave a hole
Such a gentle soul.
But his time is done.
If I ever have a little one.
I will name him Paul,
and despite this darkening of the sun
there will be another one.

For as sure as the sun sets,
It will rise,
And when I see little eyes,
that have a name that's gone before,
a little piece of mine remains
before the darkened door.
Previous post Next post
Up