I looked out of my window for the source of the noise. <br />The sky was crying. <br />Not in anger or delight, <br />But in a faded hope, <br />For those still trudging and others who are running, <br />From the path of life. <br />A dismal site to behold, <br />Like a faded watercolour. <br />Then suddenly, <br />In my minds eye, <br />An image. <br />A gray heath. <br />Black box. <br />Earth landing with the resounding THUD! … Of the eternal sleep. <br />No music; just silent tears. <br />One mourning keen from one so young. <br />Too young. <br />And the sky cried. <br />(Just a brief shower, but to them it will last forever) <br />She cried for all those who go, <br />And all those to come. <br />For all, <br />And for one. <br />And for those people on that gray heath, <br />It was like everything stood still for a moment. <br />Nothing moved; nothing breathed, <br />Not even the wind. <br />But at the singular voice, <br />The sky’s banks flooded, <br />And she let her grief flow in rivers, <br />So that she might swaddle them, and comfort them in her presence. <br />That one so mighty could have fallen to their knees. <br />Each one her own and hers to keep. <br />And it was as if she knew then that I understood, <br />So as I smiled that weak, watery smile, <br />The sun rose over that heath, <br />And life continued.<br /><br />A.E.K.G Navrilith<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/each-one-her-own-and-hers-to-keep/
