Monday, August 27, 2007

Special day

Tonight I will hear your voice again,
encased in a time past
frozen like crystals in a forest of ice
I will wonder where you are
and what you are doing, on this very special day
and wish I could raise a glass and say a prayer for you,
on this day, your special day

It says somewhere that the day of one's death is more special than the day of one's birth

I'm sure you could explain that to me if I asked

I only have to ask.

2 comments:

Ms Peculiar said...

I deal with my momthers death every day she committed suicide. OH how much I with I had the guts. But I don't I am a coward. There are no answers only pain.

As soon as a person is born they are in the process of dying and every step we take is one closer to the grave.
I am sorry to sound so depressing.

~*Rylah*~ said...

Yes, I agree, life is a journey toward death. But I don't see it as depressing. It's a fact of life and I guess I try to accept it and not think too much about it. But sometimes it's like how they say "don't think about elephants!" So, what do you think of? Figures!

Polar that post is beautiful. Do you write much poetry at all? I think you would write some great things.

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