grace

words,

my pen, an the pen is now my sorrow, i can only think as words drift my mind, my friend is gone, where, i do not know, i seek guidens in words, what is there to say,

love is the hardest thing their is, it is a gift, an at time's your worries, my friend is gone, my story begins,


captured by beauty, her love was a given, she touched the hearts of all that was fortunate to walk her path, i remember conversatons so rare, a phone call saying can we talk, an yes was what came from my mouth, i heard her pain, urgued with her defined ways, an at the same time was glad that she was in my life,

such a rare dove that wondered this earth, an lost she is, for time has passed, an she has not been found, what evil could it be to harm such a dove, i cry for her, hoping that her breath is not taking away, that she is unconscious of who she is, where she is to go, an that she will fly with wing's open back into our live's,

in these circumstance i bow my head in a miracle, a blessing for her children, her mother, brother and sister,

what evil could harm a dove.


dedicated to fonya harris who has been missing for a year now. i pray that harms has not touch you.