Beauty. The start, the journey and the final, grand note.

[God ~blogs admin ~]

For we all wished to sing, 

the things that we love to hopelessly cling.

 

But alas some are forever lost,

from their dreams they are forever tossed.

 

But one merely needs to listen,

and then the tears will truly start to glisten.

 

Some become bitter out of their loss,

their hearts covered by ages of unforgiving moss.

 

For why am I left to wander alone,

did I make a transgression that I must adhere to atone?

 

Such thoughts are poison and lies that much is true,

for whilst the subject of your grief still influences you.

 

They are not gone, nor dead, 

they have but spoken and said all they could have said.

 

But through your actions and your life,

be it for the better or to cause a parcel of strife.

 

They live on in whatever you may decide to do,

but you're never alone nor among the fickle few.

 

So you may feel alone in this world you're in,

but trust me my friend you're forever in the embrace of  kin.