Hearts are bleeding
Tears are falling
Collect your coat
Wave goodbye to your friends
The soul of a poet
Has reached a new place
A beautiful freedom is felt
And he is now
All that he should be
All is good in his world
All is as
One day we all shall see
Words floating in the willdness
I will search by yonder tree
Im sure I heard him singing
To all the poets
He sing's that he is free
I journey down to the river
where the child still weaves his rythm's
And he will be sitting peacefully
As only he now has the time
all we need to do is listen
all we need to do is believe
all we need to do is notice
the sound of the river
the touch of the wind
The warmth of the sun
cradle this thought within
and he will surely live forever young
Withing the weave of a poet's dream
Feb 4, 2011
Feb 4, 2011 at 11:57 AM UTC
Hearts are bleeding
Tears are falling
Collect your coat
Wave goodbye to your friends
The soul of a poet
Has reached a new place
A beautiful freedom is felt
And he is now
All that he should be
All is good in his world
All is as
One day we all shall see
Words floating in the willdness
I will search by yonder tree
Im sure I heard him singing
To all the poets
He sing's that he is free
I journey down to the river
where the child still weaves his rythm's
And he will be sitting peacefully
As only he now has the time
all we need to do is listen
all we need to do is believe
all we need to do is notice
the sound of the river
the touch of the wind
The warmth of the sun
cradle this thought within
and he will surely live forever young
Withing the weave of a poet's dream
Thankyou for all your advice and help Paddy - Death is not final, it is a journey, just as is life .... Maybe we will still hear your words if we listen quietly enough down by that river of hope x
