Post by Reiyn on Aug 15, 2006 22:35:05 GMT -5
Just an old poem... some of you from other sites that I was part of may have seen this before.
Silently, swiftly, the wind starts to blow,
Tiredly, quietly, they all start to go,
Whispering, condoling, they all say, “Don’t fear.”
Yet there are two who shan’t be with us this year.
Leaping from clouds, descending on rain,
Angels come forth to ease my pain.
Lifting me up, seeing them once more,
Not noticing that they had just closed the door.
My hopes, my wishes, naught will come true,
This I found as the group of us flew.
Bringing my soul back down to rest,
Leaving me here, alone as I guessed.
And at that grave I stood,
Where no one else would.
My tears falling ‘pon the ground,
Streaming across the new-covered mound.
“Good bye, my friend, for this shall be the last time we speak.”
I whispered on that day, so rainy, so bleak.
Tiredly, quietly, they all start to go,
Whispering, condoling, they all say, “Don’t fear.”
Yet there are two who shan’t be with us this year.
Leaping from clouds, descending on rain,
Angels come forth to ease my pain.
Lifting me up, seeing them once more,
Not noticing that they had just closed the door.
My hopes, my wishes, naught will come true,
This I found as the group of us flew.
Bringing my soul back down to rest,
Leaving me here, alone as I guessed.
And at that grave I stood,
Where no one else would.
My tears falling ‘pon the ground,
Streaming across the new-covered mound.
“Good bye, my friend, for this shall be the last time we speak.”
I whispered on that day, so rainy, so bleak.
