Mark Norton Poet Ballad

Farewell

I hear no sound of this April rain, just that of a quiet tear,
My eyes can see simplicity, but are blind to the suns rebirth;
Farewell to immortal thoughts coming from streams of light
Caught in our last good-bye

Recalled are memories of what is past, bound to thoughts retold,
Hopes of change in a far off land, are like tomorrows past;
The measure of a man lays in the spirit of his life, in the will of words retold,
And those found in his last good-bye

Through this April morning rain, came the hush of a quiet tear,
No sign is held to our blessed eyes here in the morning rain;
A ray of lights immortal beam, confined to the silent sounds
And that single last good-bye


In Memory of Albert L

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