Dream Cadence

 

A sparrow whistled a song into my ear last night.

Death is always a heartbeat away, life is an echo,
snuffed out all to soon.

The grass sings a serenade, soothing natures fleeting
breath.

While an ancient lullaby reaches its crescendo, she
dances upon this midnight dream cadence.

Peering through tear-stained windows, outside where
innuendos swirl in the vacant breeze.

We were here, do you remember?

Yes, it was we, when we were one and not two,
cascading and thus sealed over, simplified by
the finality, reaching its terminus point.

Life plays the sad song so out of tune, death stares
us down like a red-tailed hawk in the midday heat.

 

If you loved the poem Dream Cadence, please check out previous entries for the theme Breaking Boundaries, only here at The Ugly Writers:

the ugly writers the ugly writers the ugly writers the ugly writers