Emily Winters                                                                                       

  

Distant Lights

No more speaking,

No more thinking…

Too far from friends,

Too far from living:

Can no longer distinguish souls from flowers.

Wilting tree with rotten core,

Drooping limbs and falling leaves:

Dead to eyes – no spark of life,

Greener times fly away home.

Solemn sun,

No warmth to give;

“See me through a haze…”

Come to life,

No guiding light:

There’s nothing left,

Can’t you feel?

Swaying grasses in rancid air,

Frigid hands catch lifeless leaves…

Distant lights guide us home,

Dying tree with heart of gold.

No more branches to shade my corpse,

No more light to soothe the souls;

No longer feel,

No longer breathe…

My wilting tree and me.