| ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| >> Static Item >> Poetry >> Death >> ID #1603257 |
| |||||||||||||
|
Gentle hearts move and quiver
Delicately from sea to river Lost and forgotten are we who stay Never lose sight of we who lay Snatched from us in tender year You linger still forever near Your life imbued in all I do Proof that you are never through Mountaintops soaring into the sky Like dreams of you in my own eye Sleep now and rest my faithful one For my own life is not nearly done Streams of music play their chords Heaven’s delight in new rewards A lullaby to life gone far A homily to the life we are
© Copyright 2009 Joseph Michael Webb (UN: meteofan07 at Writing.Com).
All rights reserved.
Joseph Michael Webb has granted Writing.Com, its affiliates and syndicates non-exclusive rights to display this work. |