From The Other Shore (Death)

A soul rose up
from a body in the night
went down the stairs
slid out the door
it's face, the cold wind
could not bite,
nor stab its opaque skin
with its windy knife
And as it rose up to meet
Earth's blue-speckled ceiling
the body lay still - dead to the core
The end of all Feeling
The end of a Life-
Then the soul waved goodbye
from the Other Shore
-12-03-2011-

poem by Ray Quesada
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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