Today we tend to the bones of our ancestors. Stand in the field, Amongst thousands, But all that is seen is a note, Giving thanks to those On whose shoulders we are ****** upon, On whose shared experience, we sprout forth. What is left behind withers, And what is left behind thrives.
Your legacy lives through me. And I love you I love you, I love you. And I miss you. Being here makes me wish, Wish for something beyond this.
You always told me ‘Life is more interesting When you look up.’ So here I lay Pitching glances toward the stars For solace may be found through them. Time passes and I am to think Perhaps they are no longer stars, But openings to the heavens, Where your light pours through And I am bathed by the glow. As if to tell me that I have yet to have lived, And to see the path ahead, I simply need turn to those who mapped it. For every wrong turn Is marked by a star. So to seek solace in them, Is just asking for directions.
For a while, For a fleeting second, I know what it is like to be reunited. And it is comforting. Being here, I am stripped of distractions And I am free.
One day I will join you, And share with you what you have taught me.