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.