I’m Here

Listen! and believe me.

Believe me when I say,

That I know what the birds say,

That I know what the trees say,

And I know what the winds say when they brush their soft, soft fingers against my cold cheeks

BUT            I do not know what I say

And when the trees, and the winds, and the birds speak across my mind,

I have nothing to say to the trees, and the winds, and birds.

So I               just listen,

EMPTY.

Just me.

                Just empty.

Angel

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Silence
White wings
Rush of feathers

I don’t turn to look behind me
I don’t see it here
Around me

A cloud
Darker than shadow
And heavier than storm air

I don’t comprehend it now
But I feel it sitting
On my chest

Death
Surrounds me
On top of me – and in my arms

It is reaching for you
It is inside of you
Fight it off

We
All of us
Fight with it – fight so hard

And as we battle for you
It cannot hold you
Not now

And you
Are here with me
Right now, and for a while

But what I didn’t see then
What I can’t see now
I remember

Memories
Are funny things
Because when I look back

I see something I didn’t
I see white feathers
On wings

Silence
Brighter than darkness
Lighter than the heaviness

On top of me – and in my arms
I didn’t comprehend it then
But I know I felt it

Around me –
And holding you
I don’t have a story, to prove it

But I don’t have to because
We’re here together
Right now

And for a while
For, as I hold you I know you are held, too

By a rush of white feathers
And a silence
And wings

Our Angel

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I wrote this a little while ago after watching my dog survive what I think was a seizure.

Photo by me

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