Look Up, Look Down Poem by Donna Dolorical

And all the good are dead,
Smiling from behind the veil
I can still see in their ghost eyes
The old shimmer of a twinkle
And they call out to me
With voices like chocolate,
Downy eyelashes that shake
The very foundation of me
I wish I could talk to them
Ask a question or two
I'd care not if they answer in riddles
Deathly vagueness shall do
But look now, they're crying
'We weren't made sunbeams'
I shout back, 'that's ridiculous,
'watch how I drown in the Shining! '