heaven's gates are opened too often,


yet at the same time it's never enough.


whether bitter loss or simply jealousy


those loved ones are cried for, mourned for,


missed.





they're the divine inspiration for


the hearts of those that still feel.


they're the enigma that teases


the minds of those that wonder if


you'll recognize them at the next level.


they're guides for those that can feel


the touch of angels on flesh.


they're a reason to live better,


for fear of not being in eternity with them.





lives past leave impressions on our souls


that never disappear if we don't force them out.


their hands hold our hearts,


and keep us warm through the winters


which life can turn to,


and they ride the breeze that cools us


in the summers to come.


the stars are brighter in heaven


because of them,


and i now have something to gain


even in my own demise.

07/10/2006

Posted on 07/10/2006
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