SAD

 

IT Will BE

 

For A Father

TO Feel

For the

Death

OF

HIS Daughter

 

Who was HIS

“Precious Pearl”

 

IT would have

Been A very

 

Very SAD One

Indeed

 

HE Was

AT HER Grave

Covered with Flowers

IT was

 

HE poured

HIS Heart

And Love

 

HE Fell

 

Drowsy

TO the Hum

OF Insects

 

Far, far away

Were some Sounds,

 

Sound’s OF

Reapers’ Sickles

 

HE dreams A

Dream

 

OF A Beautiful Vision

 

HIS Spirit goes,

Towards A Land

 

Beyond

All

Words

 

Nearing

A stream

HIS Spirit went

 

But

Couldn’t

Cross

 

HE Saw

A Marvel

Rise

Before HIS Eyes

 

A Crystal Cliff

IT was

 

Beneath

Sat

A Little,

 

Maiden

 

SHE Rose

Rose IN Happiness

 

HER Face

Shined SO Bright

 

IT Was

The Face

OF HIS

 

“Precious Pearl”

 

SHE was HIS,

Little Daughter

 

HE Didn’t

Dare TO Speak

Fearing

TO Break

The Spell

 

But

As Sweet

As Lily

 

Came

SHE

 

From

The Crystal Stream

 

TO Meet

TO Speak

And TO Tell

 

The Happy Life

OF The Heaven

 

IN HIS

Joy

HE Listened

 

Forgetting

HIS Sadness

 

But

IN HIS Heart

HE Cried

 

For HE Struggled TO

Cross

 

The Stream

 

IN HIS

Struggle

 

The Dream Began

TO Vanish

 

HE Woke

And found

 

HIS Eyes

Wet

And HIS Heart

TO BE

 

SAD