When A Poet Dies

When a Poet dies,
A flower weeps
A butterfly cries
A newborn sleeps

A star escapes
Interplanetary bliss
The Poet whispers
Wish on this

Heavens open to receive
As Earth ever so hesitatingly
Lets go in release

When a Poet dies
The Lady cries
The Lord belies

The lies told
now fold
Into the soil,
Ash to ash
Dust to dust

Until another Poet
To carry on
The legacy

Of truth-seeking
Soul searching
Stories revealing

Rest in peace
Rest in peace
Ancient bas-relief

Staring into
Your face
Lit by a candelabra
So mythically placed
Upon the dusty mantle of

Handcrafted poetry by John M. Hines, November 12, 2016

Upon reflection on the death of Leonard Cohen in answer to the question : “What happens when a Poet dies?”

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