My daydreams
have been violent and cruel
as the night that took your breath away.
With beauty
and
Vengeance,
there is nothing more awesome
than the bursting bright lights above us.
A lantern with which I make shadows,
my hands, to speak with you
Reminiscent of the years as Children
we used to play.
There is love, and then there's sorrow-
A brilliant jet crow, cunning and malicious
it remembers those who've done a wrong
or showed cruelty towards it.
It glitters in its mirth
grows dull when it's tired, time to sleep.
how lonely is the time
when you begin
to fall
through
the
cracks
people forget the stories of you, and their memories.
You are alive with us on this Earth
in the stories people say,
and the words that sound so longing.
Here where you are not, we attempt to fathom where you went,
and what it looks like where you
are
We fight over concepts we do not know
and suffer the vagueness of it.
There are dreams where you are here
when you can comfort those who grieve and mourn
your
physical
shape
it is calming
that your essence will always linger
as long as we
remember
the love in our soul for you.
I hope it brings you peace
that we think of you
and the advice you've given.
We call to you to give us strength
we hope to know that you do not feel these heavy
damp
emotions
in your new form.
Your new shape
that we can only perceive as
a shadow in our minds taking flight
and watching over our
murder
