of  Nashua’s light

 
With condolences in rhetoric
yet meager the attempt.
An expression of sadness    
with tears, I present.
Complexities, the issue
from a vision,
shimmering in the morning’s dew.
Her tiny spirit soft upon northerly winds
in guidance, a mighty hand,
He sends.
Through the test of  human belief,
her transcending  
a teaching, simple, so welcomed relief.
We marvel, at the feelings, that now begin
how precious in life
a time, dictated, on how to mend.

As of  man
lacking  presence in mind,
Confront by sorrows, to remind
only for granted, now, to speak,
will vivid lessons be etched, in keep.
Limitations, upon a friendship
restrictions, I let be placed
it’s forfeited courage, I  face.
Could my will,
like in springtime, a daffodil.
so masterfully purging,
with tips of green,
piercing at earth’s seams.

The silent witness, I’ve been
with emotions, I contend.
Come now the shades of darkness
in grieving,
dealings of  bitter-sweet loneliness
so little I’ve seen.
but,
as I look upon the full moon of this night
a whispering spirit shines
on the star of Nashua Light.