Monday, June 20, 2016


One old soul told me
death has no sting,
but that was a lie
because losing you
was like a million
bee stings to my heart.

My soul stayed dark
until one night
I heard your voice
in a dream
whisper softly in my ear
your love for me.

Then I realized
I was not dreaming
I was fully awake.
Could you still be here?
Does that mean
Death has no sting?
Yes because I hear my dear.

© Ed Cooper, April 7, 2016, Stoney Creek, Tennessee, Appalachia

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