Eulogy (reposted from 10/2012)

                                                        

Eulogy

By

Lisa A.Williams

We won’t be lived

like some

forgotten morning

whose sunrise

was missed

                                                                       by the heavy

weighing world

of now,

said the muses

to Father Sky. 

To feel timeless,

like an evening

strewn with stars-

not the fallen-

but those

those that rise,

lighting the shadows

where truth hides,
as the flow of words
carves into slated indifference,

softening the sharp edges

 of the  armor

 we have worn

in the age old war

we have waged

within ourselves.