Those poems connecting us
Remain
Unwritten,
For they are relayed unspoken,
There
Amidst our
Senses.
Sacred
They remain.
Celestial energy.
Those poems connecting us
Remain
Unwritten,
For they are relayed unspoken,
There
Amidst our
Senses.
Sacred
They remain.
Celestial energy.
The dead no longer care the view,
Whether brilliant or dull hues,
For in ashes and bone
They no longer roam.
Merely the living as they grieve
At the grave
Care the worldly display bringing comfort
Words cannot relay.