Apologies, sent this off with a typo....
Great heart
When your great heart
ceased beating, I think
there was a silence
in the sky, an long echo
of the pulse suspended,
and then a circled sigh
of termination from
the stars and spheres.
When your great heart
ceased beating, I think
there was a shadow
in the spectrum, a fading
of peacock falls and flowers,
a dimming of all colours
as if nature's palette
ran with sullen tears
When your great heart
ceased beating, I think
there was a fragrance
in the air, of precious attar
burning, of frankincense
and rosewood fuming
from a pyre of dreams.
When your great heart
ceased beating, I know
there was an emptiness.
A grey and sudden chamber
opened in the tower
with a sampler spelling
Nothing is as certain
as it seems.
grasshopper
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