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As twilight folds to eve And the heaviness of mortal heart Falls soft into reprieve. Shades of silver slowly dance With the light of lucid moon ...perhaps the glow is from the angels, who amongst the clouds are strewn. In swells of cherished memory A tender flame is held... All too fleeting were the moments When here on Earth you dwelled. Sweet seraphim do hold you now With wings of cool breeze, And someplace deep within my heart I know you fly with ease. Somewhere past the starlit chains Which shine like Heaven�s eyes You watch amidst the air of grace As we softly say goodbye. � Copyright Krista Knutson 2001 Email the Author |