Gone
Gone
who will brush the hair of the dead
tuck the shirt, tie the shoe, Smooth the collar, shirt of blue
who will touch the cheek with a kiss
say kind words, to the birds, that fly by, black specks in the sky
Can I rely on you, for this service, for this care
should I ask before I go, or trust in your who, what and where
i hope you will be gentle, showing love and regret
I hope you will be resolute, absolute, steadfast and strong - set
you’ll be my last encounter, my final hand and lip
thank you for your kindness, I have no words, no tip
goodbye for now, I miss you - I wish I showed more love
but the world from which I came from showered me with pain from above
more love, more love, more empathy and care
less hate, less hate less destruction, more repair
STORM
I live in a dark place
The light has gone and the rain won’t stop
I need to feel the sun and shade my eyes
But the clouds are too thick and grey
Will the wind lay down, will the grass slowly dry
Will the air stop it’s swirling, leave the trees alone
Maybe soon, but not today
Maybe tomorrow or some other day
What if the sun never returns
And the clouds take all the light
Will the darkness wrap around
Will the world lose sound
The storm becomes the everything
It lives and breathes with rage
Too strong, too strong Too big to fight,
Perhaps I should give in to it’s might
