Life is fragile
Painted glass
Forgotten gem
On morning grass
And still, the Sun
Smiles on it all
A beacon both
To great or small

Stilled, tiny cries
Of newborn lungs
Drown melodies
The sun has sung
For sorrow hides
In joyful hearts
And even happiness departs
When all the world is fast asleep
To dream
Of weeping willows
Weep

I shall not die in days of light
Nor give my last to shrouded night
But wait,
I shall
For happier days
And bask in gem’s forgotten rays
Until our hearts may meet again
This journey’d tune may never end
But travel on and on and on
And on and on
And on and on….

12/27/1986

Posted on 12/27/2003
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