over at dVerse, we're talking of exile, in literature and life.
Since death is an exile from those we love, 
here's a dedication to the life of one well loved.

the rising sun brought light, stole life
too early for you, too soon from us
exiled from this world you left
shadows across our hearts, and
no matter how hard she tries
the sun, can never fill your void


Anonymous said...

Yes, death is the ultimate exile; well-expressed and poignant. k.

Brian Miller said...

those taken too soon def leave a void that is unfillable in our lives...nice tight little write...

Anonymous said...

Never thought of exile is those terms, so thanks for opening a little door where sunlight can thankfully penetrate.

Heaven said...

Lovely lines...death that comes early, is a painful exile ~