Veil

Veil

Veil of consciousness ascending

Black veil of my death descending,

Bends my mind to recognizing

Omen to my kin in passing.

There!

Over the door,

Its edge skims the floor!

Strangely delicate,

Soft and flowing,

Ever knowing,

Fear growing,

Mourning veil,

Sign of crossing.

I turn to the window,

Moon glow,

Sorrowful,

Illuminates the room.

I turn back.

The veil is gone.

It wont be long.

~Darkling Plain, Sept. 1, 2006