People come they bring mourning flowers I don't know where the vases are that was always your job where did you put them I cannot find them not under the sink or in the shed they are lost like you are and I need them because flowers are everywhere and you are not
Not everyone can be a star no matter how we wish for heavenly light most of us will not illuminate the night those who burn and seem so bright will oft ignite and fall burning cinders merely human after all
Fate, I do not know your name remove a star shake it from the sky like brightest rain cover me in a glittered cloth of night and fire and light remove the dark and let me be that spark which sets the heavens all aflame
Rest in peace you gentle soul your eyes which saw only truth gave us the spirit of those who worked the land a portrait penned with honest colour painted as it was and not how we would have it be
Darling clever Oscar Wilde that Enfant terrible a rebellious child he was pretty and very witty and yes he was gay it's a shame we couldn't accept him that way
A thin and somewhat wavering cry echoed in the banshee breeze as she beat upon our door with frozen fingers heralding your birth, you child of storms a winter babe the fallen leaf forever restless as he grew a wailing wind inside to blow you onward that much is true