~A Passing Angel~
In the twilight hours of the night;
Sweet memories of you I try to fight.
Soothing myself near the fireplace
As the dying embers warm my face.
I am alone in this peaceful solitude
Away from this world so knowingly cruel.
Darkness falls upon my heart,
Casting shadows on my mind.
Memories slowly seeping in
That were once, hard to find.
Everything rushes back to me
Half awake and half in dreams.
Long-forgotten memories reeling in so fast
That reality storms into the past.
Now and then emotions become entwine
As the scenes play games with my mind.
I close my tear-swelled eyes
And wonder why you left so soon.
Then I feel your presence watching over me
Like an angel passing through my room.
© Akira Cheyenne Feathermoon
This is dedicated to all those who have lost a loved one in thier lives...and to my grandfather, who meant more to me than he ever knew in this existance.
1 comment:
That was such a touching and warm ode to your grandfather. From this poem and the teasing game he use to play with you as a little one I can really feel the warmth between you guys. You both are blessed with each other's eternal presence. Never forget the science of entanglement PROVES he's always a part of you in a very real way! Always watching over you dearest Akira.
Warmest regards,
Luc
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