2/8/11

Like embers in a fireplace grown cold,

A line of blue horizon through the storm,

Like prophecy of better times foretold,

Or word of rumor passed to those forlorn,

All shadow stems from brightness at its source,

Although, at times, this light remains unseen.

Hope roots in soils of sadness and remorse,

Is it not in the darkness that we dream?

2/7/11

Dear, (your-name-here), now you shall always be,

Etched in eternal stone, immortalized,

Remembered here and throughout history.

As these words live, your name shall never die.

An icon, fixed within this written verse,

The soul of (your-name-here) shall be retained,

A constant in the changing universe.

Perhaps, with luck, you’ll even garner fame,

As (your-name-here) inspires and beguiles,

And tantalizes with it’s mystery.

Your name become a subtle halfway smile,

Forever questioned by humanity.

Else, keep you title for yourself alone,

And be not called by those you’ve never known.