A Plea...

I hear the voiceless moan
As the spirit dies a slow death
And the space it took is gone
With its last beseeching breath...

Take my aching breath,
Give me a soothing breeze...
Let go of my heart beneath,
So that I myself can seize...

(c) Sana Rose 2011

Ken e Hall
Reaching out in sadness in a lonely poetic way with a spirit released gentle thoughts...regards

PrEmJi PrEmJi
a lot of sadness...

Frank James Ryan Jr./FjR
Poignance incarnate, Sana....and with a lilt of eloquence & serenity so smooth! ~FjR~

C. P. Sharma
Stanzas written in melancholy mood, loneliness is soothing sometimes.