Sunday, January 29, 2012

Above

Those we’ve loved, passing through the screen
Take our hearts along to keep them warm
Our memories serve well to show where they’ve been
Our tongues well healed to keep them from harm.
And yet, in all this, we shed our tears
Because our lives are somehow less full
Or fruitful with them gone, in spite of the years,
And so we review photos, track dates, feel the pull
To draw our loved ones closer until
Our own time comes to say our goodbyes
Then we wonder if we shall be remembered still
And we go our own way and softly close our eyes
Ready to move on, watching each beloved one
From a balcony up above in the Central Sun.

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