Comfort
Once you came here often
There is still no need to fear
You were always longing to be near
So do not be afraid of me
My love is the same in life and death
Come closer, and feel my breath
You can forget your sickle knife
No more life for a life
You and I are now the same
Always hovering on the winter's edges
Dodging the flickering of flames
Comfort. But maybe not from where you expected.
This work is from my salvaged file of images, and the Old Yew is in Wilmington Churchyard in the UK.
We both like to live in the past.
Other poems and images can be found on my website:
Comfort
Once you came here often
There is still no need to fear
You were always longing to be near
So do not be afraid of me
My love is the same in life and death
Come closer, and feel my breath
You can forget your sickle knife
No more life for a life
You and I are now the same
Always hovering on the winter's edges
Dodging the flickering of flames
Comfort. But maybe not from where you expected.
This work is from my salvaged file of images, and the Old Yew is in Wilmington Churchyard in the UK.
We both like to live in the past.
Other poems and images can be found on my website: