Where Sings Death’s Calling

Where sings death’s calling softly-loud
Against one’s silent hearing

Dare words here hidden
Pushing, pushing against best thinking
With lips pressed whitely tight
No matter now, if never then
As notes in terminus keep ringing

So urged to speak
Of thoughts held close
For fear of falling darkly down

With touch up lightly-lite
Sun-like, buoyant, lifting
From memories muffled now
Through mist-like shroud still reaching

Morning melting drop by drop
Mind retreating thought by thought
Once filled with bright beams beaming
With heart brim breached
And eyes still weeping

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