Silent Symphony

In the meeting of The heaven side silence,
Our souls touch with a sweetness of love.
Unspoken, untouched – all I need to say
Where seeds are sown in the sanctuary.
Your soft, bright spirit still remains,
Guiding Star in the Dead of Night
In prayer, I chart your name,
Which is a love that springs from grace flames
From which on breezes of later days our spirit may still rise,
A bond unbroken, forever.
Next life or this one,
You are my sun; you hold the light
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