Treasure Island

Ina SchrodersZeeders

(West Terschelling)

My First Villanelle


Now you are in eternal sleep
My hand no longer rests in yours
The silence in the room is deep
Somehow it is not time to weep
Absent the feeling of remorse
Now you are in eternal sleep
And only memories to keep
As I will think of you of course
The silence in the room is deep
Why did your faith decide to leap
and take your soul to the eternal source?
Now you are in eternal sleep
a clock is ticking time to keep
as you were taken by cruel force
The silence in the room is deep
just memories for me to keep
My hand is useless to endorse
Now you are in eternal sleep
The silence in the room is deep

Submitted: Monday, July 18, 2011
Edited: Monday, July 18, 2011

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