Speak Me Heaven Poem by Madelene Calalo

Speak to me from the depths of your solemn soul,
that pierces peace through my chaotic existence
in this repugnant corpse of mine.


Speak now for my spirit shall not persist to
enduring this ghastly figure laying gruesome
on my cold uninviting bed.


Speak loud! Loud as the stormy deafening rain.
Too loud that it would be my ear's only music.
Then shall I meet my glad repose.


Hurry! Speak to me the words I long to meet again.
For hell it is to fade anon not to hear you.

Ere I go, speak! speak! For it is...
your voice would bring me to heaven.

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Written September 3,2009

There would be this person whom you're longing to see... just before you die...

*I was thinking that it would really feel disappointing leaving without hearing the person who makes the world heaven for you...