Dandylion
01-05-2004, 01:41 PM
Alvina Long 1923-2004
You are missed.
Alvina is dying.
There is this glory I see
when she looks at me.
Her eyes are open as she nears death.
The glow on her is beautiful,
tranquil and sweet.
Her body, thin as a skeleton
holds captive her ever ready soul
looking to go home.
I want to let her go,
to fly away from this cage of bones.
She is so beautiful in Death,
a serene pool of clear water.
She comforts me
in her weakened state
bringing the dead near to me again.
I love her for this.
She has re-opened my eyes
to the wonders of spirit and magic.
I know she will be gone soon.
I want to be there when she takes her last breath.
I want to watch her fly away.
You are missed.
Alvina is dying.
There is this glory I see
when she looks at me.
Her eyes are open as she nears death.
The glow on her is beautiful,
tranquil and sweet.
Her body, thin as a skeleton
holds captive her ever ready soul
looking to go home.
I want to let her go,
to fly away from this cage of bones.
She is so beautiful in Death,
a serene pool of clear water.
She comforts me
in her weakened state
bringing the dead near to me again.
I love her for this.
She has re-opened my eyes
to the wonders of spirit and magic.
I know she will be gone soon.
I want to be there when she takes her last breath.
I want to watch her fly away.