After We'Re Gone
After we're gone.....
do we turn out the light -----
or will we hear our names whispered upon the wind?
After we're gone.....
does the midnite moon still stir the soul,
or the seasons still invite us to never be alone;
Do the birds still sing in the trees.....
Do harmonies of life seize to be.....
Can I feel her love still in a quiet breeze,
assured that I am?
For can history bare a great book -----
with all our names,
a record, a final log -----
that we were,
(at all) ?
Copyright © Keith O.J. Hunt | Year Posted 2017
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