kindred spirits...

Well, I'm sick and to simple things like reading and writing...so what better time to write a poem :)

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Bright star your light shone forth to man,
A brilliant beginning without thought to an end.

Arms reaching out to the heavens around,
A safe place for the dreams of those here on the ground.

Bright shadow paving a way through the dark,
The bitter chill that takes hold of earthenware hearts.

Your light shone a warmth without thought for it's fade,
And harkened the sun before daybreak was made.

Your numbers been seen, and now homeward your bound,
Seemingly cruel to those left without reassuring sound.

But even with your last seconds flare,
You give a silent reminder to the remaining presence of care.

The slow discension, vanishing hence,
Leaves our sight forever but rises to a different sense.

Taking your place beside those come before,
Watching again the days lived once more.

Resting in peace till the second call sound,
Viewing those who kneel brokenhearted to your ground,
Silently providing them who visit,
with what comfort can be found.

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I had an specific idea in mind when I wrote this, but sometimes when the idea has already planted itself firmly in your vision, it's hard to know if what you've written paints the picture without all the parts you've taken for granted...
Here's hoping the painting is complete.