Friday 19 October 2012

ELEGIE


























ELEGIE

Even in the fullness of your moon,
nothing was left unsaid,
nothing left undone.
We walked the path that led through the heart,
to greet that ever loving Sun!

Isn't it strange,
that the moment a person is gone,
is the instant you know exactly what they meant to you.

I will not cry bittersweet tears for you my love,
for never having said how much you meant to me,
for never having tried,
nor shown how deeply you lived inside.

These tears that are shed, sing your name,
the naked spark, that set this heart aflame.
Perhaps, only a few will fall,
wondering whether you believed me at all.

'...And if i had died,
and were gone and dead,
what was it you could not say,
that you wish you might have said?'

© Richard Michael Parker 2012

 

Monday 15 October 2012

The Crow


























The Crow

Each morning I watch the crow sit upon the old chimney, the end of a line, that peeks above the shale roofed houses, to watch the sun rise, in silence and reverence. We watch it together, and he, who barely notices me anymore, makes not a sound, bowing his midnight crown upon the first rays of dawn. Then turns his black pearls to gaze into my soul, knowing we shall meet once more, tomorrow, or on some dim lit twilight shore.

 © Richard Michael Parker 2012

Artwork: Lindsey Kustusch