Back in 1994
It was a cold September day...the mist of a breeze my only comfort.
Fate rode in on clouds of grace that day to take you home...my love...my blood.
I had been away in Oklahoma...chasing a dream and running from ghosts....
.....its a ghost town where i'm from!.
The lillies seemed to weep at your passing....as the sun hung low to the earth....
at your wake.
I pondered.....could a memory of your face replace, the tangible smile
from your angelic face???
and will the roses bloom in remembrance of you??
with the lillies i weep...i weep.. i weep.
Your In my heart , my love , my blood
like a giant childhood scar
just you and the misty breeze
my only comforters, my only comfort....
...dear cousin. Greatly missed! Greatly missed! on this cold September day.
That poem is awesome! It really makes you think about life and death. Keep writing!
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