While Darkness Falls
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2 min readJul 20, 2020
The Dead make silent company.
Our sleep eternal, undisturbed by dreams.
We rest in rooms of marble.
The grave our blanket, tucked and weighty.
Come lay the wreath of faded flowers,
And softly cover spirit’s bed.
Come carve the stone with names immortal,
to mark the place where loved ones lie.
Come mourn the loss, the empty space,
Where stood the soul, beloved, embraced.
Arise the dreamer, while darkness falls,
We search the earth for room to grieve.
© Terrye Turpin 2020