Buried, but not Forgotten
Rising thoughts of wonderDoes it take
It all away from me
To see
The eyes beyond the window.
What is this
My little box
Of counted souls
So many whom
Are lost.
And of the buried many
Hear your voice
When we were able
Meeting with each other
Face to face.
What you've taught me
I have learned
But not forgotten
Whom and what
I've gained, not lost
From you.
Scattered in these ashes
Blown away
Still rests my soul
When I am with you
All in spirit.
Long forgotten days
When we were young
And time meant nothing
But a drag and burdon.
Living on the edge of time
I sit and stare
I wonder, watch, and
Ponder why and how
Am I still standing.
8-12-09
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