Gone Too Soon
A morning prayer, his mellow whisper. His smile is as young as he. Freckles in the sand, muffin in his hand. A gait, a zest, a cuddly teddy at its best.
O morning, you bring sun and blue, cheers on a swing.
An afternoon song, his tempo gentle. His eyes are as radiant as the sea. Cheeks in the snow, dance in the show. A sound, a chant-a ballad-he would grant.
O afternoon, you bring play and story, naps in the spring.
A night cloud, his glimmer faded. His shadow is as onyx as the darkened sky. Tears in the stream cries in her dream. A bosom, a treasure, a shrine knows no pleasure.
O night, you bring silent and colorless-somber you sing.
A day immortal. Lights now astray. The rose withered, the lamb asleep. His breathless plea is etched in stone. His lifeless melody echoes aloft.
