Remembering Shannon

— You will always be loved...
You will always be missed

Her gentle soul, inflamed in song,
drifts amidst silent shadows of her time—
flys without age, without sorrow
along the deep trails of her life,
between that world, and mine.

Death, whispers our times to part,
and as softly, autumn breezes rise above,
my wish, was only to feel her heart,
or once, to have touched the frailties of love.
Like sorrow, the rain fills tin cups,and rusts tillers.
And though sleep brings all such things to dreams,
she, turns wine, and my troubled world is belittled.
For like rainbows inside rain__her spirit sings.
Her short life, was such a precious thing.

In those green fields, alone I've dwelt;
unseen, unoticed, by some gift of grace;
a faith reserved, from all once felt.
Roses rest always, where I have knelt...
     rekindling the features, of her vanished face.

Shannon's Garden Poems  —©2002 David T Culver