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Ghostly image waits in silence Ages have passed Seeing me she turns I follow Tree limbs grope upward clouds block then reveal the moonlight Dark eyes sad white lips Torn dress flutters Her light passes among the trees crickets chirping she is silent Kneeling at the dark pond Wet branches drip tears through her I reach out to her and touch nothing she turns with sad longing Looking behind her in confusion The wind (or is it?) rustles the bushes Blocking blows she tumbles into the water without a splash She walks from the water, dripping, fetus bawling in her arms She screams as only spirits can The echoes painful in my heart In my ears, the death of silence My eyes adjust as moonlight reappears between the trees she is gone Grandfather goes to the cemetery first to grandma then an older tombstone It says "Emily" She was fourteen "She had dreamed of so much" (C) Summer '93 Tom Brinck ACCESSIBILITY FEATURES / SITEMAP / CONTACT |
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