See Look up at the sky
Birds floating past
Make pictures
From the cloud formations,
Up there... Up high.
All in black
Faces dripping tears
Sadness everywhere
You're gone,
No coming back.
A fallen leaf
From the tree of life,
Shrivelled and dry
A memory for time
Another's grief.
The few words spoken
Like feathers they scatter
In the cold, crisp air
Lay in silken splendour
Never to awaken.
And there I'll lay
For eternity and beyond,
A moment reserved
For all of us
Our day..... One day.
Phil Hall February 2015
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