The dust has fallen on your body
Six feet under these West Virginian hills
is all that's left
The angels have called you back to heaven
They didn't know the hurt it would cause
For you live on
Inside my mind, my soul
The earth holds your memory dear
The night stars are the twinkle in your eyes
A tranquil river is your understanding
A small rose bud is your hope for peace
A new born foal is your innocence
Everything around me seems to whisper your name
The rain pours down in silent tribute
To your departure from mortal life
Every heart that beats is a silent retrobution
to the one that has stopped within your very chest
Your spirit wanders in the fog and misty morn
Bringing redolent memories from the past
You whisper my name in the wind
You leave silently into the night
As my memory fades into unconsiousness
~Melissa Hawk~
~January 5, 2001~