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Bhryn Astairre
Guest
There is many a collection of names upon the wall, but no corner has been decorated so much as one small family does. The names of brother, mother, father, son, daughter, cousin and now the most recent plaque joines the collection as well as fresh wreaths of the tradition family Rose, a unique breed of blue coloured flower with the name 'Celestial Spirit'.
The plaque is of a fiery blood-red gold, the world inked in delicately by hand with silver.
It was a while since I really talked to you;
I had it all planned out, what to say.
But it's funny how I never get that chance
What I should have, every day.
There were psalms and soft little hymns
Songs and a dance to go:
Perhaps you knew it was time for you
Perhaps didn't want me to know.
I wish it could have been so much easier
That I had just one more day
To put right all those things I did wrong
To force out what I need to say.
I can feel the words sitting in my heart
With a meaning I can't describe,
That you were everything to a lonely girl
That you made me feel alive.
There used to be a single green tree
With our names carven deep:
Or nights with stars in stranger signs
To watch us as we sleep.
But somewhere out there now you slumber
In a rest of eternal right:
Where you can dream without a boundary
Be it day or night.
I wish I still had the time to say
Three little words so true:
And that one day I'll be right beside
In the grass, next to you.
~ Bhryn ~ xxxx
The plaque is of a fiery blood-red gold, the world inked in delicately by hand with silver.
It was a while since I really talked to you;
I had it all planned out, what to say.
But it's funny how I never get that chance
What I should have, every day.
There were psalms and soft little hymns
Songs and a dance to go:
Perhaps you knew it was time for you
Perhaps didn't want me to know.
I wish it could have been so much easier
That I had just one more day
To put right all those things I did wrong
To force out what I need to say.
I can feel the words sitting in my heart
With a meaning I can't describe,
That you were everything to a lonely girl
That you made me feel alive.
There used to be a single green tree
With our names carven deep:
Or nights with stars in stranger signs
To watch us as we sleep.
But somewhere out there now you slumber
In a rest of eternal right:
Where you can dream without a boundary
Be it day or night.
I wish I still had the time to say
Three little words so true:
And that one day I'll be right beside
In the grass, next to you.
~ Bhryn ~ xxxx