I wrote your obituary today spun from hearts of gold the slow art in molding clay lines of ink pull the string connects the energy unseen now a box sewn complete at the point of a needle enamored in a reach to trace the memory of your face stretched as far as I inspire hope drops me like an anchor guards the safe shore the dark inside cold waters deliver shroud a heart in despair fury is born to breathe the open air move unfailing, the current in a river drowning my calls for the dead with closed eyes and a lowered head my whispers are a mothers prayer asking redemption and more to look beyond heaven's door