02-27-2013, 06:23 PM
You need not speak, my old scottish mother: just lay quiet and still.
Let the duck-down night caress you, let the black-breath breezes chill.
Death, a dream of silent transit, an ice-ringed moon in sighing sky,
is yours to grasp when you are ready; only you choose when to die.
You need not speak, my old scottish mother. Just lay quiet and still.
Original
You need not speak, my old scottish mother: just lay quiet and still.
Let the duck-down night caress you, let the black-breath breezes chill.
Death, a dream of silent transit, an ice-ringed moon in sighing sky,
is yours to grasp when you are ready, only you choose when to die.
You need not speak, my old scottish mother. Just lay quiet and still.
Feb.26th.
2013
tectak
Thanks leanne. It was a good day.....a celebration of life.
I know I get a bit up my arse over punctuation but this little piece shows be how vital the pauses and halts can be....thank you, then, for the thoughts and semi-colon.
I am still a little unsure about whether to let the black-breath breezes of the longest nigh chill, or not. I sleep with an open window in mid-winter...wonder where I got that from?
Best,
tectak
Let the duck-down night caress you, let the black-breath breezes chill.
Death, a dream of silent transit, an ice-ringed moon in sighing sky,
is yours to grasp when you are ready; only you choose when to die.
You need not speak, my old scottish mother. Just lay quiet and still.
Original
You need not speak, my old scottish mother: just lay quiet and still.
Let the duck-down night caress you, let the black-breath breezes chill.
Death, a dream of silent transit, an ice-ringed moon in sighing sky,
is yours to grasp when you are ready, only you choose when to die.
You need not speak, my old scottish mother. Just lay quiet and still.
Feb.26th.
2013
tectak
Thanks leanne. It was a good day.....a celebration of life.
I know I get a bit up my arse over punctuation but this little piece shows be how vital the pauses and halts can be....thank you, then, for the thoughts and semi-colon.
I am still a little unsure about whether to let the black-breath breezes of the longest nigh chill, or not. I sleep with an open window in mid-winter...wonder where I got that from?
Best,
tectak