Saturday, January 5, 2008

After Passage

Rain falls to the ground
making a pitter-patter sound.
The wind in the trees
hums like a hive of bees.
There stands a stone among stones,
Under which lie your bones.
A white lily rests on top,
Yet the rain ceases to stop.
You life came and went
but your spirit has not been sent.
That's why it rains,
Yes, that's why it rains.
I whisper to you,
"You know what you have to do.
It's time for you to leave.
I will not forget, I'll always believe."
The sky remained gray
I hoped you could find your way.
Because no matter the pain
Your passing on would not be in vain.
You life came and went
but your spirit has not been sent.
That's why it rains.
The rain stopped, the clouds moved apart
Warmth and happiness fill my heart.
Upon your stone, a single ray bright
lifted your spirit into flight.
I deeply inhale,
You afterlife ship set sail.
Down my face runs a single tear,
My heart rid of the fear.
You life came and went
Away your spirit sent.
And that's why the rain is gone.
Yes, the rain is gone.

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