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