This empty hallway, echoes of your voice.
Shadowed with rust,
the whispering calm, crash of waves,
In the distance.
Remind me of my younger years,
Remind me of my strengths & fears.
Armed to face another day,
Bold, due to your memory.
These bright, open meadows remind me of you:
The calm, gentle wind blowing through.
Combing through grass, subtle wind,
Just as you ease my soul, from within.
The strength of the tide has pulled you in,
But none of us Is free from sin.
And, this, we know was not just you,
A powerful force overcame, overthrew.
Fierce as we may feel to justify that day,
May we all see the horizon-
As although the sun sets, our eyes on,
no one can deny it's magnificence.
The essence of your shadow is the moon,
Illuminating us in darkness.
Even in the blackest, most solitaire night,
In your harmonies, we find solace-
In your remnants.
I find comfort from within, knowing
You will sing to us again-
Howling at the gates
Of sweet heaven
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*Please click image to see a more broad view of the original artwory k I did, as well <3