Grief Tide
(Two written in 1997, the first in May, when I found out my mother was going to die, the other in September, two days after I said goodbye to her body. They do belong together, and together I call them Grief Tide, yet they do bear separate titles.)
The Speed of the Dark
Measure the speed of the dark
Gauge the time taken to shatter
a hopeful smile
Across the frost of a frigid heart.
Toss torments like lost leaves
Beneath the weeping forests
Echoing without sound
A walk into nothing.
Tearless grief is the dwelling
Amongst the cold stones
of the soul;
Deep into the thankless night.
Measure the speed;
The light is our familiar,
While the precincts of the dark
Are ourselves, by mirror warped.
Heartsong
One, long, deep endless
wolfhowl cry from the spine
to the heart --
Song of our grief,
When our beloved has gone.
We may let our sorrow be quiet,
Soundless rippling through the waters
of the soul,
Tears lapping at the edges of dreams.
Or we may let our love fly,
A strong song to our ears and the sky,
Our rage howls: why must the special die?
Yet, cherish and remember those times
gone by
When we ran together.
When we knew both joy and sadness, together.
Then, while love cleans away the pain
We let them go,
Continuing their path to the stars.