The Death of Jonas Skat

Posted by on Nov 10, 2015 in Film, Poetry | 0 comments

The Death of Jonas Skat

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Time is here
Time is there
It is of the Essence

Lay down the plume mid-sentence
Drop the beat mid-measure
It is Time

Our words will live on
Our song forever sung
It is Time

Passions embrace
A celebration of Life
It is Time

Hushed voices murmur
Sweet notes of Love
It is Time

Sleep creeps softly
To temper the Soul
It is Time

Now arise from the bed
Return to the plough
It is Time

Jonas Skat sits in his tree
Watching the play
It is Time

He acts not this Night
For Death fells the oak
It is Time

LiNdA

 

 

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