My Whispering Old Cemetery: a Collaboration With Broken Wings
I came across an old cemetery today while exploring,
Full of broken, toppled headstones and tangled weeds;
There was a deep hush, a whisper and a sigh, I felt tears,
My tears were falling for long dead souls forgotten.
A tree's roots are entwined around an old, tilted stone,
In loving memory of my husband George, born Feb, 1882;
Oh, George you were loved very much once upon a time,
God took him, but he will not be forgotten, engraved.
And I am of the age of Aquarius too, just like you,
I love violets and everything purple, and I am so mellow;
Oh, George were you a deep thinker, sensitive, creative,
I get hurt easily and I always want to help people.
Be at peace George in your decay and ravaged grave,
Listen to the twittering of birds this bright sunny day;
Promise, promise, I will be back to lay some purple violets,
Forever now, dear soul, you will dwell in my heart.
Now, be still George, I heard your whisper . . .
Longing, Look, Lofty
Next, Northerly, Navigation
Select, Sentiment, Sent
Living, Loving, Light
Destination, Destiny, Divine
Seeks, Solar, Sensation
Choose, Cherry, Cherish
Joyous, Joyful, Jubilation,
Veneration, Vega, Visitation
Copyright © Steven Henderson | Year Posted 2016
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