Evening Song
You tell me to lean in close
You whisper in my ear
A cold wind blows
The day is sunny
Unlike the mo(u)rning which is grey
Or the evening grey-song
The notes you play
Are different shades of grey
Just after sunset
Of glorious color
Wrapped in red
The color of your blood
We harmonize our voices
Sing together the last notes
I hold you close
Yet you are gone
February 27, 2018
14 comments:
What a deep sense of mourning when you see it in the sunset.
A loss, a yearning for what once there was. Beautiful.
Beautiful poem. "you are gone"...such sad words in this. True mourning.
I like the ending about holding the Sun close even though it has already set.
Ghostly grey except for the setting sun, presumably carrying the ghost away. Such poignancy.
A song of loss penned with a deep heart.
Filled with nostaglia and sadness for these memories and times with the loved ones....
Wow, the unexpected ending is so powerful.
Eloquent expression of grief.
I wonder if it could have been written about the sunset itself, (or maybe it was and I just didn't catch on). I know it was about grief, but could it also be about the sunset?
A beautiful lament, and appropriately musical.
grief but also ... holding close, reflection.
I so know that holding close of one who is gone. This is so beautiful, Annell.
I can feel the longing but also the acceptance in your words as the letter speaks to them as if they are still there....and I'm sure they are, in your heart.
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