snow.

i was in flagstaff when i heard. i couldnt be with you at the time, but i thought words might help. im sorry hes gone, but you know the angels are singing for him now. <3 RIP David Wayne Bratten.

where its still pure,

and no one has been before.

 

where the muddy banks touch the white,

so cold.

 

where i can rise above the moutains peaks,

and touch the burning sky.

 

where i can sail past the planets,

and catch a falling star.

 

where darkness meets light,

and color is an explosion.

 

where memories arent just yesterday,

but today and the days to come.

 

where the end is just a beginning,

and everything else is just cliche.

Reviews

[Johnny Westbrook]

beautiful poem. i like this!