deyja

deyja

Loveliness and Stillness clasped hands in the bedroom;
Death sniffled and replied, “How fine.”
Clammy sea airs drifted in and out through the windows;
Peace entered and claimed her for the divine.

And he stretched out his arms, stumbling through darkness
Along an old passage he’d known in her existence,
His mind ravaging in frenzied manner;
But his arms, (as she died abruptly the night before),
remained empty.

So he busies himself with buttons and hooks;
These and other things define the human shape.
Night succeeds to night only and day –
Illuminates the peace of death’s escape.