Again I lie at your feet

Again I lie at your feet

 Again I lie at your feet -dreaming Unable to arise from your blood waiting for the breathing of your soul but you are gone.  Silent you walked on your way closed inside yourself, and unknown Your loneliness you have left me an inheritance  but your laughter is still fresh in me.  Disasters rocked your days in life, as in death, you won nothing what's  left of you that was not trampled  a bubble stamped in my heart.  I do not find solace in your death I had no comfort in your life we did not say the last word you remained a mystery.   Again I lie at your feet - dreaming and the night is fading away.  One minute, stay with me, one more minute  and I will return you back into  The lap of eternity.


Again I lie at your feet -dreaming

Unable to arise from your blood

waiting for the breathing of your soul

but you are gone.


Silent you walked on your way

closed inside yourself, and unknown

Your loneliness you have left me an inheritance 

but your laughter is still fresh in me.


Disasters rocked your days

in life, as in death, you won nothing

what's left of you that

was not trampled 

a bubble stamped in my heart.


I do not find solace in your death

I had no comfort in your life

we did not say the last word

you remained a mystery. 


Again I lie at your feet - dreaming

and the night is fading away. 

One minute, stay with me, one more minute 

and I will return you back into 

The lap of eternity.


ILANA Haley

Ladylani at ilanahaley

5 年

This poem had been written for my dear, beloved father.

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