silent at my door, shroud of death
there was no knock, you covet the way
I breathe, before you crumble, turn to ash
wait ~ for I’m not ready for you ~ yet
allure me with your charms, my resolve is
firm, weak of mind not of body, stand
noiseless, hands clasped in readiness
my life will not accompany yours
cry the ravens above, gnawing bones of age
the light is carried only, it has not called me
I’ll keep my breath, you don’t need me
so wait ~ I’m not ready for you ~ yet
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One photo, two poems… a challenge amongst friends – no peeking!
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words... from here to there 
“cry the ravens above, gnawing bones of age” love this, Jen!!! how i missed doing these with you… xxx
too too kind gorgeous – thank you so much (as have I with you) – onward and upward then? 😉 xxx
yes… Yes… YES! 😉
🙂 x
Oh! That is powerful. I liked the intensity of it and the brilliance of the images. Always splendid to read your creations… 🙂
HA – thank you it’s been some time since Miri and have written together and we are loving it 🙂 You are always so kind – thank you.
“my life will not accompany yours”…. That resonates bone deep.
Thank you so much sweety 🙂 x