15 March 2010

Mr. Frank

Mr. Frank it’s time to travel
far away from earthly trappings.
Once set free, life will unravel,
in tapestries of angel wings.

Mr. Frank your spirit glistens
Existence is a fragile thing.
Human beings seldom listen
when rain falls on an angel’s wing.

You heard every whispered story
then made the tellers feel like kings.
You uncovered hidden glory
within the folds of angel wings.

Your energy will dissipate
and all will be remembering.
We left you at the graveyard gate
beneath a marble angel’s wing.

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