The Palanquin

They buried her beneath the earth
and left me weeping there.
And from my post I could not see
dark eyes, sweet face, soft hair.

The air fell dead and nature paused
as silence entered in.
Then moon and stars and angels
came with a Palanquin.

They carried her up from the land,
dark eyes, sweet face, soft hair,
and quitting me for fleecy clouds
she left me weeping there.
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Volume 2, Issue 3, Posted 5:49 PM, 02.02.2010