Looking down my tree lined street the setting sun casts her glow upon the Chestnuts, Maples, and Oaks dressed in worn out yellow ribbons telling the story of friendship and loss strength and courage. How there was hope and there were dreams. That life wouldn't pull us apart. There was community and passion and smiles each time you went through that revolving door.
We prayed, yes we prayed for us that we wouldn't lose you that we wouldn't be missing someone so true. I raise my head up to the skies washing away a lingering...
Linens flap hopelessly in the angry wind holding place, if only, out of pride still succumbing to shock of the tide hidden in the humility as it is a wave of disgrace coming down to hear now allotted alone time and all the years attuned to hollow blowing in all our fears
we weep, not apart in strength we are as one the daughter, the son unrest broken as my heart in dying life is not done but words fall and clouds hide the sun it's cold and there's no where to go