Noel

Death is such a tragedy
to see a dying man
lying right in front of you
unconscious---- not breathing
is tragic

Past on at fifty-two
His soul lives
floating up and away towards the dark winter skies
and grey clouds

Over and above us all
in the galaxy of secrets,
the universe of mystery.

He's there
Standing here
watching us all
with God beside him.

He's there
standing right here
watching the sunset
leaving a blanket of sunshine over you.

I saw him, I saw him well
and he was breathing
breathing well.

"Noel"
01.17.14 4:32pm

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