My Sister Love-A Collaboration With Broken Wings
Not a day since you left me sister-
does my h e a r t not WEEP a thousand sorrows,
oh, sister love my TEARS could fill an ocean blue.
I stand at your T O M B and wonder of what could have been,
and recall how PEACEFUL you were in r e p o s e ,
hands in prayer, rosy lips and cheeks, oh how BEAUTIFUL!
Perfectly lovely except you were quite dead, QUITE dead . . .
Neither, from the deepest S H A D O W S in my SOUL , sister-
can I silence the sweet sound of your voice,
how I wish to s i n g with you songs of J O Y
that I so affectionately remember as I whisper at your grave.
Sister dear, I smile FORLORN and l o n e l y
with faded m e m o r i e s of you and I return to haunting vivid thoughts.
W E were but children when you went away . . .
As I brush the vines from the stone I wonder, sister-
would Y O U do the same if it were ME lying there,
so C L O S E we were when we were young.
The moss on your tomb is soft in the morning mist;
it reminds me of your s k i n when last I TOUCHED you,
s m o o t h and c o o l as your head lay tenderly on that small pillow.
oh, beautiful d r e a m e r do you dream of me in heaven above . . .
And when my days on this EARTH end sister-
will you be there at the golden g a t e to welcome me home,
and take my HAND in yours just like you used to.
Can we s t r o l l heaven's gardens together,
and sit side-by-side on the grass w h i s p e r i n g silly secrets . . .
I touch your name ENGRAVED deep into the cold stone,
and my heart b l e e d s again and again, each time . . .
07/05/2017
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