Friday, February 23, 2007

Whispers Above

Sorrow’s lasting grip, never gone
If this must be the way
I paint a portrait in my mind

Angelic glow permeates
Soundly sleeping on a cloud
Painless drifting above

A haunting ache remains
Your scent still fresh
Or is that a thought

Wishful wanting
Just one more time
One day, one hour

Would never be enough
For greed takes hold
The heart needs more

Sleep well, be safe

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