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You were taken from me
And I grieved through tears
Of Loneliness
Your death

As only a father can Grieve
The loss of his child,
The loss of his children
But you're still alive

And sometimes I forget
Because I'm not there
To see your smile
Or wipe away your tears

I love when we hug
We have our moments
You and I
So precious and few
Like visits from a ghost
I wish I was more for you

Show me your eyes
Let me gaze into
Their liquid depths forever
Drowning in the mystery
Of your soul
As you gaze into mine
Silently wondering

What makes the rock

When water runs over

Musical and refreshing?

A cascade of sound and sight

And the mist,

How is it we see better

Feel more deeply?

These are the real questions

Of summer.

Sweet sorrow lives the past
That hopes could ever last

Begin to see too late
A friendship turn to hate

Hurts that have been done
To such a gentle one

Who never could be wrong
A heart without a song

To try too fast, too hard
Leaves one old and scarred

To look within to find
Why I've been denied

To see things no one can
Makes for a lonely man

When you learn that dreams
Like clouds have golden seams

Like clouds they'll fade away
On a windy day

Never fight again
Seek only for a friend

How it will always end
Unless each one can bend

Soft
Quivering
Life
Trusting
Resting
Quietly
In
My
Trembling
Hand