Grief and Passage

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Under tired mist and winter fall
I hear a solemn spectral call



A love echoing beyond mortal coil
From flattened grass and sunny soil



A memory of bright eyes and faces
Cool hands and warm embraces



Not lost against the wear of time
Still brilliant, serene, sublime



You and I were bound as one
You leave, but love isn't done



I know that even though you are gone
The wheel will keep on weaving on



And though I may be here on the ground
You are a leaf riding wind, lovely and unbound



So when I think of you floating alone on the breeze
I quiet and remember  
There are other worlds than these.
This poem is about: 
Me

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