passing

an exit from here

so very needed and near

always in my heart

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bindings

wrapped around –

one,

two,

three,

four –

with each silk binding

a memory locked

forever around her wrist.

tight to the pulse,

it captured her heartbeat

and guarded her from

losing life’s moments.

protecting the pieces,

the remains of them

held in rhythm

and kept her heart going

one day,

two keep,

three beats,

four love.

always.

ending

when the great light falls below

sinking slowly into the hour past hands

she shines her golden glow upon all

surrounding in witness of her end

cast in this elemental energy

she bestows upon her onlookers

an idea of how beautiful

can be the end

not always tragic explosion

nor walk of suffering

but sometimes

a graceful dance

spinning into the night

wound tight in gold

news

sound of dread

reverberating

through the dark

I knew

knew

at that whisper of night

nothing good

can come from that noise

and in each fateful trill

the noise itself would

break my will

mid day sun

afternoon breeze

evening hour still

anytime a ring a-rang

I knew it could be news

news

you were gone