Untitled Poem 7

Softly dead you pull down the sheetsScurrying souls march in unisonWith the scattering of moonbeamsSilence peers through the evening waves of drear Squeak upon squeak rusted chains loosen Empty faces cast shadows along empty windows Frantically spilling blue tears onto a gray whirling ground Hands of the dead embrace in a dreamy sway A starless … Continue reading Untitled Poem 7