Enveloped

Here we are

Together in this darkness

Enveloped in the

Deepest shade of black

Connected through this misery

Lingering in the air

The burden of goodbye

A heavy ringing in my ear

It's a silent reminder

An afterthought of sorts

Bad dreams, hollow sleep

Of dark rooms, empty homes

And things without names

Memories of murder

The shades that fell

I wouldn't prefer to answer

The question

The last quiet cord to be

Severed

Nothing to take with you

Nothing left for you to keep

The music is over, there's no-one here

It's snowing heavily

I can't even see my breath escaping

Never to return

"I lingered around them

Under that benign sky;

Watched the moths fluttering

Among the heath of harebells

Listened the soft wind

Breathing though the grass;

And wondered how anyone

Could ever imagine unquiet slumbers

For the sleepers in the quiet earth."

[Emily Bronte (1818-1848)]