24 April 2012
Feelings subside as the moon rests high,
No doubt in my mind that your by my side,
That day the wind blew the tears from my eyes,
Rested like dew drops upon a broken shadow,
Your last breath upon my cheek as strong as a gust from god,
Rest softly on your cloudy pillow,
You know where I am, I feel you here, but where?
Just there no form or figure.
Grandad • Opuss № I