Chestnut hue, quarantined beneath a dusty dew. Wood lines, matching tired scratches. Lifelines of generations passed. This milled and rounded form, balanced on gnarled carvings.
Darkness Falls The angels call "Its Time To Welcome You Home" Despite the pain And tears that fall From the ones left behind A sense of peace settles in our hearts Because it was your time
Eyes the shade of a deep lagoon Stare longingly into the sun A heart that once echoed with sweet love songs A soul with thousands of dreams Both lay in a heap broken and torn