Poetry by L. D. Harber

Sleep of Death
Are you ever unable to sleep
for fear that death will come;
that she will enter your body
and steal your breath before morn?

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Energy in the air
Light in the sky
Thunder rolling in
Rain descending
Breeze blowing
Intoxicating storm
Oh take me up into your center
Let me find a solace there
Clutch my body tight
As I relax and let the wonder wash over me
Just hold me until you go
And leave me thankful and spent on the muddy ground

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I have a stack of your letters locked away in a box
I used to pull them out and hold them to my nose
and smell your scent of smoke and...something else
But that, like you, faded away
Last time I tried to inhale a memory of you
All I got was a musty fragrance
It broke my heart to know I will never smell you again