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Written by Sheryl Joy P. Olano   
Friday, 29 September 2006
...to my father...may the Lord take you into His arms and take care of you for eternity...thank you and we will always love you...



It's been long since you breathed your last
But the cold-hearted reality's still so hard to grasp
I still sense the faint wisp of a presence hovering all over me
Begging me to set you free

The wound your departure caused is yet too raw for time to heal
The loneliness seems to have no remedy
Smithereens of you still vibrant, still floating in my head
I'm bound with regret for the things yet unsaid

I'm by the shore where the stars witnessed your passing
And they still shine as brightly as before
Everything seems untouched except the fact that
You are now where I am unborn and you're not coming back

Then the waters catch my tears and the heavens come down to cry with me
The waves, touched with sympathy, reach for me...beckon with gentle murmurings
And my heart ponders on...asking that same question born on the same day you faded
"In the arms of Osiris, would sleep be at last dreamless sweet?"

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