Spirit

Spirit
by C. Nastu

Death sounds no warning as it
calls you so sudden into it's darkness.
Opened ground surround life's waste
of thirty two years of your carress.

Perching on it's branch,
striking out,
leaving your lifeless body to deteriorate,
unlike my remembrance of you.

Reaching out to chance,
leaves my hands cold to your touch,
and my mind warm,
to thoughts of you.

I pray for your spirit
to be lifted high,
as mine drops into sympatetic cries,
for the wife and children you left behind.