Friends ask,
“Why walk with the dead?”
Why go where ever I’m led?
Guess they have never loved and lost,
Poised no regrets,
Held no slowly dying leaf
In their hand like me…
Who grieves so deep,
And mourns what I lost,
Give no thought to what it cost
Them to leave me behind,
To weep in the dark of night…
Then I must rise in my dreams,
And go to the secret places of the dead,
Trace their names carved in stone,
And not feel so damn alone…
Rise up!
And walk with me a spell…
Come feel through me,
This winter’s breeze,
Come sweat with summer’s heat.
Come cry with me
One last regret,
Tell me what I need to hear!
You will not frighten me,
I have no hope,
And fewer fears-
Touch your lovely hand
To mine,
Rise and walk the valley
Of our youth…
I do not fear,
Nor turn away,
I’ve lived in death every day,
No love on earth
Could call me away…
Let me lie here
By your side
Until some poor aching heart
May call to me,
“Come walk with me!”
and I will shake the ashes
from my hair,
and go with them
where ever they may lead-
Very unusual and very beautiful! Has a haunting quality that is strange, yet wonderful! Bravo, Retta!
Reviewed by Connie Hinnen Cook (Reader)
Reviewed on May 11, 2003
Those who have lost a loved one can surely relate. But don't let the dead bury you.
This is truly beautiful...but the living must go on. Sometimes we wonder, how!
Hi Reindeer,
I agree with everyone.
This one is a masterpiece...
Trixie :)
Reviewed by Nicole Davis Vergara (Reader)
Reviewed on May 11, 2003
<Clapping wildly> OUTSTANDING, HAUNTING AND RIVETING WORK RHETTA!!!!!!!!!!
(((((((((((((HUGS))))))))))))))
~Nikki~
Reviewed by La Belle Rouge (Reader)
Reviewed on May 11, 2003
Hauntingly beautiful.
Reviewed by Kate Clifford (Reader)
Reviewed on May 11, 2003
touchs the soul that is still walking.
Reviewed by Elizabeth Taylor (Reader)
Reviewed on May 10, 2003
"...Rise up!
And walk with me a spell…
Come feel through me,
This winter’s breeze,
Come sweat with summer’s heat.
Come cry with me
One last regret,
Tell me what I need to hear!..."
Retta,
I have seldom seen words finer than these, Nay, words come no finer nor fairer than these, which you have woven in true splendor this day,
Rodney Evan Bohen
"And finally find the peace I seek..." This line touched me greatly, Reindeer with everything I've battled this week.
Thank you. This is beautiful!
Jill :)
The drug called "The Shari" has been used for vision quests over many years. But, when all the rivers start drying up, the tribe must send a young hunter named Tomás on a much more important trip through the Amazon.
The drug called "The Shari" has been used for vision quests over many years. But, when all the rivers start drying up, the tribe must send a young hunter named Tomás on a much more important trip through the Amazon.
The drug called "The Shari" has been used for vision quests over many years. But, when all the rivers start drying up, the tribe must send a young hunter named Tomás on a much more important trip through the Amazon.
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This is truly beautiful...but the living must go on. Sometimes we wonder, how!
I agree with everyone.
This one is a masterpiece...
Trixie :)
(((((((((((((HUGS))))))))))))))
~Nikki~
And walk with me a spell…
Come feel through me,
This winter’s breeze,
Come sweat with summer’s heat.
Come cry with me
One last regret,
Tell me what I need to hear!..."
Nice.....
Whence I Find Myself (Yourself) Then You Will Find Peace!
TRASK
I have seldom seen words finer than these, Nay, words come no finer nor fairer than these, which you have woven in true splendor this day,
Rodney Evan Bohen
Who grieves so deep,
And mourns what I lost
and I will shake the ashes
from my hair,
tony
**Mari**
John
Love, Dove
Love
Tinka
Thank you. This is beautiful!
Jill :)