poem on death as a friend

Is that you my friend, dancing by my window with your elegant movements Your sweeping cloak. Should I call you or is it not my time?

Is that you I hear my friend your shadow dancing on my wall your song wailing in my ear should I call you or is it not my time?

I see you dance, I hear your wailing song is it my time to dance, is it my time to sing along is it my time to dance in the shadows


Submitted: January 14, 2011

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