A DARKSOME PLACE
A darksome, dank, unbreathing place
where angels feet no longer tread
and rushes stand to cut the stars
reflected in a silent pool
soon lost among the lily leaves.
As ghost bells chime the future falls
way back beyond the start of time.
In this domain she lies upon
a bed of rushes, reeds, and grass
her aging limbs exhausted now
and to this world in sultry tones
she mouths her last goodbye.