Forces the past wants to be relived
awakened from depths of slumber
suddenly as if a spiritual fog has come
feeling your comfort beside my bed
Stolen from the twilight of our years
moments our youth was harvested
by Autumn's mist upon our lips and
sunlight dim between our hips
love taken away way too soon
Weeping no more, joining spirits
gaining everlasting love promised
so long ago when death no longer
parts our souls by earthly demise
A day of apparitions, heaven bound
ascending hearts to be dust no more
(c) Don't Look Here
07November2011
Vivian L. Dawson
Regis
fee
a loved one so young, but the spirit
that surrounds your writing, Vivian,
speaks of love and eternal hope.
John
Joy L. Hale