When you walked this earth, It was much more like you ran -- Here, there, in and out: This world was all yours to form, As I would think the next is
When you walked this earth, It was much more like you ran -- Here, there, in and out: This world was all yours to form, As I would think the next is
summer sleeps in peace -- a blanket on the far hill awaits the sunset -- waiting for me, too, this weight, this grief, growing and biding
The years have gone, but you have not. In dreams you are alive as day, And warm as a fire, flickering hot, While snow around our house does lay. But this is the vision mine alone, The blue so vivid, scents so real, From which people say I must move on As though I could turn off how I feel
In the days of the distant mountain, We counted our inhales; We laughed at the breakfast table, And spun our aging tales To an audience of newfound friends That changed at a climbing rate -- In the days of the distant mountain, We chose to congregate. In the place of the desert stillness, We took the daily heat, The nightly cold, the streaming stars, And ate what we could eat, Til we knew that our time exploring Had narrowed to a room -- In the place of the desert stillness, The cactus flowers bloom In springtimes we will never see, A hazy sunlit dome: Beneath the distant mountain Is our eternal Home.
She sees them in a Tuscan Spring The family that they should have had A world of wonder beckoning Is love a good thing or a bad? For grief is the price love pays to time The two-sided coin, the joyous and The sad
She lost her friend, her long-best-friend -- She had spent years beside her -- The world seems ever-heavy now, And quieter But look, the sea is listening, And maybe there's yet more: In loving happy memories, And wind along The shore
Draw boundaries around the universe before drawing them around grief
Love grows high and wide, Time grows long and gray, You gave me your best That was yesterday Beautiful the world Sad the moments clear That was yesterday Back when you Were here
once you walked this lane
and nothing was lacking, but
turns out, fathers matter
to one who last knew long ago
what it felt to be safe