Death strikes

On butterfly wings.

A brush so quick

That it’s hard to tell it happened,

Leaving us to hope for recovery.


Death waits

In shadowy silence

Stretching minutes into ages

Until any resolution becomes welcome

And fear is lost in agony.


Death lingers

In forsaken ground

Written in the rocks.

And we feel it in the casseroles brought by strangers.

And we eat alone.


Yet Death fails

For it has lost it’s victory

And though a mortal thread is severed

Its life keeps living beyond the grave

In a world of tomorrows.

Dedicated to Marcella Bergner and all the Loved Ones we have lost...for now.
Copyright 2015 Andrea Lundgren
Photo: Fog 雾 by 55Laney69, used per Creative Commons

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