Untitled Poems

As a spring rain wets my face
When in Sweet remembrance
I tell myself...
My mind clouds with thought
I sit remembering the velvet
We walked hand in hand
When in darkened spirits I
I sit staring out a window
I sit here in candle light
As I feel the life escape me
Sit I on the banks of a river
Nails upon my Coffin Lid
I awoke this day at an Early hour
It would have been so easy
I saw an angel flying high

This way to the Throne Room