Friday, 5 May 2017

In every day death will peak in,
friends that are gone
and so many people along
all this indefinite duration path.

Where is the sound of the ocean,
where is the poem that bursts like a wave
hitting your heart?

Your voice will be the balm,
and harmony and beauty with which you lullaby us,
will be our garment for this life's atonement.

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