Death's+Presence


 * //Death’s Presence // **
 * //By Erina Leask // **

//Against the moon I’m but a star, // //The rose, I’m but a thorn. // //Not nearly near, nor far too far. // //No love and yet no scorn. //

//I am dear feared, but it’s not meant, // //I did not choose this fate. // //Unseen I came, unseen I went. // //Too early and too late. //

//I am the chill atop the breeze, // //The shadow at your feet. // //You sense me with your slight unease, // //But never we do meet. //

//I am the feeling as you cry, // //When hearts are torn in two. // //<span style="font-family: 'Goudy Old Style','serif';">I am the whisper of your sigh, // //<span style="font-family: 'Goudy Old Style','serif';">Its me and its not you. //

//<span style="font-family: 'Goudy Old Style','serif';">Among the branches of the night, // //<span style="font-family: 'Goudy Old Style','serif';">I’m always lost not found. // //<span style="font-family: 'Goudy Old Style','serif';">The ghostly touch that gives you fright, // //<span style="font-family: 'Goudy Old Style','serif';">The mistake of a sound. //

//<span style="font-family: 'Goudy Old Style','serif';">And so I sit upon my grave, // //<span style="font-family: 'Goudy Old Style','serif';">Where I am meant to rest. // //<span style="font-family: 'Goudy Old Style','serif';">It is that peace that I do crave, // //<span style="font-family: 'Goudy Old Style','serif';">Not this sorrow in my chest. //

//<span style="font-family: 'Goudy Old Style','serif';">I’ll be with you, in your despair, // //<span style="font-family: 'Goudy Old Style','serif';">The corner of your eye. // //<span style="font-family: 'Goudy Old Style','serif';">You’ll turn to look; I’ll not be there, // //<span style="font-family: 'Goudy Old Style','serif';">Yet never be to far. //