Hand in hand
we, both of us awake
from the blessed sleep
after death’s embrace
the fluids of Heaven’s womb
drain from our eyes and ears
we lie
we look
our breath upon each other
a perfume
we hear, in gentleness,
a sighing soothing cacophony
we smell grass, fresh after a rain
we stand, with lightness of mind
we see, on the green hillside
a throng in white
some turn and beckon
into each others eyes we smile
then run, without flagging
hand in hand
into a welcome of open arms
there is lilting laughter
then a hush of anticipation
from the horizon’s haze we hear
the Overtures
played for eager ears this day
we journey long, without tiring,
for we know what awaits
at the End of Ends.
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Lee Dunn has been writing since the age of 18, but found that work got in the way for the ensuing 48 years. In his home town of Toronto, Ontario, Canada, he reveled in his independence at an early age, and spent as much time as he could exploring the city’s Arts scene. He was introduced to poetry and prose by the works of two literary giants, namely J.R.R. Tolkien and J.W. Lennon and thence fell in love with the written word. His work includes poetry, short fiction, and personal essays, and ranges in theme from the surreal to the horrific, nostalgic, and themes on the human condition. He has been published on Spillwords.com, The Dark Poets Club, Journal of Undiscovered Poets, Crepe & Penn Literary magazine, and the Shelburne Free Press.
Aww. What an amazing poem. How do you write these stuff? You have so much honesty and emotion.
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Such a gorgeous poem Lee. I love it. ❤
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Thanks, Deborah!
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Great poem. Well written
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My thanks.
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