Beyond the Grave #poetry #death

Meal Beach, Burra Isles, Shetland by Robin Gosnall

In the darkness, I hear a voice

your whisper beyond my grasp

I lay back bathed in fever

“I must have dreamt of his call”

despondent just holding on

 the last string of hope

dissolves in my dreams

 life’s siren in the distance

but there is no warmth

the chilling fingers of death

are constricting my throat

pulling me under

“I loved you” the raspy words

tumble from my lips

you look into my eyes of blue

knowing there was love

as the tide receeds


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