mercoledì 10 giugno 2015

Death and the Maiden


When he knocked at the door, I was not ready yet,
but I had no choice but open and let him in ,
so with a last fleeting glance I tried to absorb
those traces  of life I was going to leave behind me.
With a slight wavering, just an unperceivable tremble
I accepted his hand on mine following his slow paced gait.
- I am ready Sir - I told him, and he nodded in approval
-  Let’s go then, do not further hesitate,
 the time arrived and the pact was respected.

photography  and words Arialee Miles