In the distant sky brooding
clouds roll, like boulders
between our souls, mine
trapped in human form;
yours in heaven gracefully
adorned.
A tear, a prayer, is that your
light flickering from afar, my
eyes are dim I can no longer
cry; still I cannot say good-bye.
I had no power to save you,
weakness lies within me,
bitterness follows me in my
dreams; nothing will ever be
the same, nothing is truly, as
it seems.
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ann johnson-murphree 