Hollow Is The Night\'s Eye
Hollow is the night\'s eye with deaths stare piercing through the shadows,
hiding in layers which become the darkness.
Beckoned he was, by all that is and all that will be,
To accompany yet another beyond what we can see.
At the moment he gazed upon her a beauty of such divinity
even death longed to be free
And when emptiness meets all that is alive
It was Death who cried
as he dropped his scythe by her side
“Follow me,
Follow me,
For I cannot take you where you are supposed to go
For you are living this I know
Oh wingless angel of my heart
In your grace let me start
To love you high above the dark
Where twilight dances with the dusk
In a place where no man will ever know
And only I death is free to go
Divinity or liberté I know not of what you are?
but come with me and rise above The Olive Trees
and we shall touch the stars”
Her lips never parted and a word never said
For within her gaze, even death could not be dead
A cemetery is a hallowed place
For between the crypts and empty space
Death cries for life in every tear that is shed
And reminds us with love we are never dead.
B.R. 2017: A Cemetery in Aveiro Portugal