My Sister Sleeps

Beneath the pines my sister sleeps
No joy or woe upon her creeps,
My falling tears call out to hear
Once more her voice warming my ear,
Yet my sister sleeps in deep rest
No voice will call her from the west,
Forever unseen now she dwells
There where the darkness swells and swells.

Advertisements

One thought on “My Sister Sleeps

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s