Sepulchral Flame
Linden tree branches whisper your name
Cherished by flowers, blessed by the sky,
Carved on a stone. The sepulcher’s flame
Kindles and keeps my memories nigh.
When your departure day I bemoan,
Endless your absence seems to have been.
Deep in my heart regret you have sown,
Darker than weeping willows have seen.
Find my poems and published poetry volumes at www.eton-langford.com
Copyright © Eton Langford | Year Posted 2016
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