May 2nd, 1940- August 18th, 1994

A cold autumnal breath,
Falling leaves caught in the firestorm of emotion
And the steel gray ice of death
Silently, you wait for me on the hill,
Beckoning me forth
Into the submission of my mind,
The fallen dreams that make up my life--
If I could join you, I would
If it meant leaving these cold visions and words, I would
But the karmic pieces of my soul
Refuse to let go without a fight

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