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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
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
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