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  Daisy...does she live or die...

Stillness -

Is it dead of night?

Or dead of day

Do a thousand visions drown?

In the enlightened mind

Or do they linger, decaying in time

Does silence provoke thought?

Both good and bad

Or- is it just silence

Survive-

How to quell this sadness I feel

When I dwell on past memories of you

I don’t talk, I don’t cry, I bury everything inside

This my dear, this is how I survive.

 

You walk the plains of another existence

Never truly alive, never truly dead

You are a fading thought in my head

This my dear, this is how you survive

 

Is time precious

Is time fleeting

If so

Then talk, cry, do not bury everything inside

This my dear, this is how we should survive

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Mother-

You helped me up when I fell down

You are my angel- the one who was always around

You dried every tear and hugged away my fears

You are my mother – the one I hold dear

 

I know that I do not say this enough

I know that my mannerisms are kind of rough

But you are my mother and I would have no other

 

No matter the season or tricks that life does play

You are my mother and this is to stay

So now that this is said, and there is nothing more to say

I’d like to wish you from the bottom of my heart

A Happy Mother’s Day

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A Crow Hymnal-

All hail the power of Crows name

Let his fallen angels rejoice

Bring forth the golden calf

And crown Crow lord of all

Bring forth the golden calf

And Crown Crow lord of all

Let all his followers rejoice

For Crow is lord of all

Villanelle-

You heard the Father’s call and saw his offered hand

You decided that it was time to go, this we all know

Free, your soul now roams the meadowlands of heaven

 

Down here, it’s often hard for us to understand

How the meadows of heaven couldn’t wait a bit longer, to a flower like you

You heard the Father’s call and saw his offered hand

 

For those of us who witnessed your life firsthand

They hold in their minds a photo of you through the years

As your soul now roams free the meadowlands of heaven

 

Don’t be sad, you say to us, please don’t misunderstand

I will always be with you, and when your head lays upon the pillow

You will know I heard the Father’s call and accepted his offered hand

 

From the beginning your departure was planned by the Father

The seeds you planted in your garden of love will grow continually in others

As your soul freely roams the meadowlands of heaven

 

You lived life to its fullest, and now that your influence expands

Its wake echoes of the foundations of eternity

You heard the Father’s call and accepted his offered hand

Freeing your soul, which now roams the meadowlands of heaven

A mysterious Lady with hair full of sliver-

She walks through the night

Her hair silvered by the moons light

She knows where she’s going

It’s a place she’s never been to before

                                                                

Her graceful step skims the water

As the stars wrap a canopy about her

She knows where she’s going

It’s a place she’s never been to before

 

Time knows her only as the restless wanderer

A mysterious lady with hair full of silver

It know not where she is going

It ponders- if she has been there before  

 

The lady in sliver walks through the night

Her hair flowing behind her

She knows she’s walking in the unfamiliar 

But it is better- than the place she has been before

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