She sees pictures on dark walls, of times that she can’t dissolve,
Reflections of an echoed past, that evening that happened so fast.
The fault was not you nor I, yet you chose your grave to hide,
A death to the nights we shared, from the tears we bared,
Because we were scared, of the choice we declared.
Sometimes I still see her face you know, in the moon lights glow,
Reflections of your soul, shining on the tear drops of my pillow.
On that sunny day in May, or when the autumn leaves turn gray,
Shouting with such Boisterous gay, our families were dismayed.
I’ve filled this poem with words, that look bright tonight,
I’m older with youth, giving them the love we had those nights,
When I stepped in to the future, and you rose to a new height.
I keep in silence as a lamb, as cursed I am, another broken dam,
Force to drift through uncharted seas, and through forest filled lands
Yet in my heart lies this quest, birth from our turmoil and stress,
To prove this sexuality is a vest, honed from our loves laments.
So let loose this bitch for war, let the courage of women soar,
In this time of scorn, lives hate for what isn’t a social norm.
Take your time little child, There’s a heaven for you and I,
Let one’s dreams be full of peace, Go to sleep love of mine.
When thy wakes an opens their eyes, you’ll see stars that gloss,
Waxing and waning with the times, to observe their beauty hasn’t a cost.
Let me be shelter, if you call, I cannot be there any faster.
Where there maybe Fumbling in life, I’ll be there to bring focus to disaster.
When you feel as though you’re blind, one can reach for the right side,
Through your hurt little guy, I’ll continually be your northern guide.
Take that time tiny lady, and you’ll be as strong as one desires,
And when the war gets tough for others, you will still fight the fire.
Golden locks or black strains, for each child alive,
In a world of uncertainty, Ares is near, no need to hide.
You’re what you say you are, not what they tout you to be,
You are the beauty in the mirror, the angel’s reflection in the water by the sea.
The spring time breeze on a pleasant day, the ocean wave’s pinnacle on a blue bay,
The sunny backdrop to the sky, during your first birth day.
You are our heart of the body, genius of our minds,
The blessed soul of the religious, the goodness of the kind.
You may call it art, your picture in my vision that is shade,
Yet it is one that I have no problem seeing, until the end of my days.
I’ll take the years of ignorance and foolishness, in my hands with love,
Put one’s hope in my hands, and I’ll cherish it like the sky from above.
My tears flow down on one knee, your innocence is my divine,
This is a simple elegy I created, for you and your littlest valentine.
I see my body today,
Crisp in tux laid down in grave,
People praying lost in a haze, lamenting in deep dismay,
Preacher praying for better days.
I felt my body today,
Smooth and cold, no breath to breathe
Eyes wide shut, no longer bereaved
On my way, the lord let me leave.
I felt my heart today,
Love once felt when you were near,
When you went I cried my tears,
To be in your place, was my deepest cheer.
I heard my voice today,
Recordings of us singing, birthday wishes and holiday joy,
Memories of you lost, used to fill the void.
Mistletoe kissing, unwrapping gifts with the girls and boys.
I saw my soul today,
Angels held my hands, as I drifted away,
My last breath was back, with tears on my face,
I do want to see you, yet just not to day.
I felt my body today,
A miracle happen, I can move my limbs,
I feel the hugs, of family and friends,
The pill did not take me, God brought me back again.
I read your diary today,
You told me to be happy, and not to throw my life away,
I smiled at the thought, of how you always know me,
I can live with your memory, until it’s truly my day.
I heard your prayer today,
You brought me back, from my disparity,
Foolish was I, to rush to your grave,
I placed this rose on your chest, for thanks of protecting me.
When I saw my body that day,
At that time, I didn’t know that you were watching over me.