Thirteen years: A Requiem

by ianblackpoet

           

Falling through the mist of spectral eyes

When sun blessed columns crumble down,

As tombstones standing for the brave and wise

Swim deeper still through time and drown.

The wolf river chases down its prey

Beneath a Mississippi sky,

To swallow all of grace and beauty

There are millions, still, who cry.

An angel fell beneath the waves

To leave his voice, a silhouette,

He lived and died, the form of grace

And I will not forget.