Djjapp777
Bluelighter
Set free my quiet dove to its forlorn cloud abyss,
Where you cannot be harmed by the foreign sting of kiss,
and sail through the thinning air and past the violet myst,
her voice rapid like the pulse of my skinny wrist.
Fly far away into the land of unknown and decide,
Where the future showed glory before she had died,
But the dove held great sorrow as she steadily sighed,
spiraled and twirled as the ocean cried.
The voice, the dove's song, cannot go unsung,
for sister and family and wedding bells unrung,
death has ended and new life sprouts from this young,
We all know it Amanda, our heads are no longer hung.
And through the fog and the gusts that will ensue,
your shadow of me will cascade across the water.
I may fall silent, I may be distant, but I will, as a shadow, always be there.
I am not here to help you, I am not here to guide you - I am only here to love you and see you finally cross the golden sunrise of heavenly exposure.
Where you cannot be harmed by the foreign sting of kiss,
and sail through the thinning air and past the violet myst,
her voice rapid like the pulse of my skinny wrist.
Fly far away into the land of unknown and decide,
Where the future showed glory before she had died,
But the dove held great sorrow as she steadily sighed,
spiraled and twirled as the ocean cried.
The voice, the dove's song, cannot go unsung,
for sister and family and wedding bells unrung,
death has ended and new life sprouts from this young,
We all know it Amanda, our heads are no longer hung.
And through the fog and the gusts that will ensue,
your shadow of me will cascade across the water.
I may fall silent, I may be distant, but I will, as a shadow, always be there.
I am not here to help you, I am not here to guide you - I am only here to love you and see you finally cross the golden sunrise of heavenly exposure.
