Matins

  

The birds, they sang for you

Before the dawning light

All around, the granite stones

Remembrance pierced the air

 


Engraved to your life

Light the candle

Place the flowers

Cross my heart

 

 

Turn back, turn back

Now only in a metaphor

Your rhyme, your reason

Helped me find my way

 


I shall repeat that journey

As you did before me

Different words, different music

And different deeds to play

 

©Christopher   2021


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