by Darren James Clayton

Created on: October 08, 2008

You watch me as I stand on the footsteps of death,

For an eternal moment I lay stiff, alive with new life.

As I walk through fields of memory, you stroke my silent face,

Holding my hands of ice, as i am taken from darkness by light.

You watch me as I fall into sodden earth,

But I see only clouds of silver, of life.

Now I watch you as you struggle,

As you speak but no words do you find.

I take you by the hand and welcome you home,

And we sail together as angles of the sky.

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