With Eyelids Closed

With eyelids closed and shuttered by a nail

The sense of sight when other senses fail

Is now covered with ash so freshly laid

The memories of fire newly made

When dust will be transported on a breeze

And haunting earth with former centuries

Like other ghosts it cannot breathe again

Though it may linger for a moment when

In shadows made by people it once knew

It stops to notice like it used to do

But passes through, this resident of air

And curses death still wanting them to care.