All these things are gone by For those under these angel Wings, regret and pain and Earthly things, all's quiet
In the summer shadows Of a timeless night in July When everything's alright Everything's okay, the
Living and the dead have Different places to stay, To sleep, on this night under The stars earthly lovers
Rest close together lest Time disturb their forever Dead lovers sleep under The ground, dust in death
White stars watch over both The angel wings watch over the Dead protected by memory, Lost in eternity while earthly
Lovers are lost in each other Tonight nothing's perfect Time comes over us all And the dead never stir
Leaving us memories of Times that were but Love transcends all Time, even love gone by Cannot lie that it once was Real, and even yet, is Somewhat, still
I really liked this piece. From what I gathered, death is depicted as a state being in which one needs to make and be at peace rather than something to be feared. It's quite refreshing. I also get the sense that this poem is the "story of the loved one" from both ends of the coin in a way.
I really liked this piece. From what I gathered, death is depicted as a state being in which one needs to make and be at peace rather than something to be feared. It's quite refreshing. I also get the sense that this poem is the "story of the loved one" from both ends of the coin in a way.