Morning's Air

by Ray

In the grey chill,
I have came once again,
To sit and into memories stare.
Shadows sway and blends,
As daylight comes,
Another long night ends.

In a garden of rows of stone
Furrowed mounds of
Dust and bone.
Above her head,
Flowers adorn,
Silence is broken,
by one soul forlorn.

Amongst whispers there,
through bough and leaf,
In Morning's air.
Music of her voice,
returns to me, her
laughter soothing in memory.
Time does pass, the others
Will heal,
But it is here, I feel
In this Garden of silent stone,
She is with me, I'm not alone.
Into our memories, I will stare
In the cold silence of Morning's Air.

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Oct 18, 2013
by: Debra

I don't know you or your situation, but this was absolutely beautiful. It reminds me of something Edgar Allan Poe wrote. Sullen souls speak so clearly to other sullen souls.

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