The Atrium

Engram

Lay our sympathy like flowers

over the child's grave,

bring the masses to mourn for him,

the gate was open

fell to the water, to only rise above the clouds

A young one he was, just

a blink in my eyes,

a meire thought of existence.

Head stone over his head now,

along with the halo,

thus just an image drawn across my mind,

Little lungs filled to the brim,

no more air will come out,

Shed a tear, give him all up

to the shelf of memories,

tangible reality fades behind the curtain,

He, just a silent breath of air,

only fifteen hundred days old,

gone away gone away

overcast in the shadows

deep within the pool of short lived dreams

Blue in the face,

soaked and lifeless,

Lay our sympathy down

like flowers on the grave,

he is now powder white,

another cloud in the sky

he is a cloud in the sky

in

the sky