Write No More

WRITE NO MORE

“Write no more” she said
“For life has its own song,
Life has its own rhyme
Found in the early morning
Of each day
Found in the early morning
Of life.”

“Write no more” she said
“For the noon of the day
Carries its own sound
High into the clouds
Beyond the heat of day
Beyond the blinding sun
The sun—that gives us warmth
And gives us life.”

“Write no more” she said
For the twilight is aglow
With the fading crimson hues
Of the day
Listen to the ebbing
The ebbing of life’s strength.”

“Hear now the waves
That run from the shore
Like the spirit
Restlessly seeking its home.”
“Write no more” she said
“For the night is at hand
The earth is still.
The moon washes the earth’s face
In a ghostly glow
That covers all that sleep
With their misty shrouds.”

“Write no more” she said
“But hear with your heart
The night songs of celebration
Rejoicing for all that have been
And graced the earth with their lives
Their loves
Their very spirits.
Oh hear the songs of celebration
Honoring those who have been.”

“Write no more” she said.