Sean Fewer
In Memory of Damon
| The sights and sounds of what’s around slowly fade away A flood of precious memories return from yesterday Encircling me and moving past, like a fast approaching tide I catch a ride on one of them as I turn inside The world outside seems so far off Like a bustling distant land Here is where you hold my heart And I your little hand My lips stay sealed, but my heart speaks Of the love I have for you When I come here, I feel you near Wistful…but it’s true No weight of being, no encumbrance of sorrow Just surrounded by love with hope for tomorrow Then the return of sight and sound Brings me back to the place you left The tide recedes, but the affect profound Poignant memories of a family bereft A pensive journey of the heart and mind What I have there, here I cannot find Tears of the soul in searching for peace Are nurtured by faith and a love that won’t cease. |
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