Felled Oak

Touch: The Journal of Healing

Felled Oak

by Stacey Dye

Death

felled your name

too soon —

the summer moon slips

behind darkening clouds

goodbye

something we never said —

words

are meaningless

now that you are gone

summer night

and dusk rolls in —

silence

but for the cacophony

of crickets chirping in the woods

a vision,

you come to me —

your presence

is what I really need

this cold and lonely night

our friendship

withstood forty years —

strong oaks

evolved from saplings —

now I stand alone

Stacey Dye writes to touch people. Her favorite subject is the human condition. Her love affair with words is life-long and she collects them on rocks, jewelry and through music and inspirational quotes. She is a member of AHA! and The Wild Poetry Forums. Her credits include Touch: The Journal of Healing, Mused, red lights and Fire Pearls 2, and The Anthology.