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Sunday, August 19, 2012

Umbra

as the sun sinks and
dusk shouts the
final stage of my shadow
I can’t help but wonder
as the grass gleams with darkness
helping the guidance of the
second spirit
that when we die
our shadows lie beneath
with no light to tell us
our life

and if there comes a
day our shadows
hang above us,
do we become
our own angels?

©Andrea Laws (Author) December 6th, 2013

Wednesday, August 15, 2012

The Reckoning

Questions arose in the beginning;
an unrecognizable moment

The pain hit hard enough to remain,
but left no bruise to heal from

A coffin now bestows who you are
covered in folded colors of blues and whites

A sight hard to see,
but a truth to be noticed

The touch of the wood is something that doesn’t splinter,
as I lean down yearning to hear you breathe

Accusations jumbled with memories,
and questions seem to be the only answer

What was it like to give yourself to the flames?
Is the dark all that dark?

©Andrea Laws (Author) 2012