The man who wrote about Death
So we could know him,
Now knows him better than any of us.
He has crossed the line that he created
And is no more ours.
And the glass looks clearer
As if we could slip through, too.
But our fingers catch the surface
Telling us
It’s not our time.
One falter of the turtle
And his world slipped away.
A disc drowning in darkness.
A voice no more.
He may write again,
But it is not ours to read it.
We are still here,
But he is there.
His words are now his own.
Copyright 2015 Andrea Lundgren Photo courtesy of Jade, Creative Commons
Andrea Lundgren 
I’ve heard so much about the author today. Will look for one of his books.
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They are fascinating reads. My favorites involved the character of Death, like Hogfather or Soul Music. I hope you can find some to read.
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I’ll check the bookshop tomorrow
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Already did so; I like your Friendly Fridays. It’s a great idea, focusing on art that is worth sharing. So often we’re quick to talk about what we don’t like yet never share the things we enjoy.
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