In Memory.

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In Memory.

What would you see
if you were here
Alive in these hands,
Alive in me.
Would you paint a song,
A hovering melody,
Or would you show me things
I’ve never dared to see.
Connection comes,
Once here,
Now there,
A breadth upon,
This chasm’s earth,
Death is not death
without the sting
of living passing
on through me.
You are the eyes,
I’ve never known,
The hands, not mine,
in all you’ve shown,
Within this earth,
your heart remains,
Just show me love,
Show me the way.


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