Death touches us in many ways; yet, there are ways in which death cannot touch us…
Ever Agin
Sun shining
Wile the reign pooring
A sign for awe time
Sow majestically arking
A cross the sky
So quiet telling
That which may not be herd
Looking up
As never agin misunderstood
Only too fined
But one weigh
That is light
Even as death cannot weight
