Empathic Poet

In the pyramids of my tired mind,
I see the stretch that you bore;
Such innocence lost so young,
Life for you, exists no more.

What once was a vibrant light,
Has ceased now in this realm;
All for the growth and love,
Of all those you were around.

Tonight I see it all so clearly,
And now I carry your message;
Peace be brought unto you,
Blessed be your soul’s passage.

Beth Layne 2009