The Writers' Circle

I’m not here today

Throw I’m not far away

My thoughts have gone astray

Time has come and gone

Words of the past

Echo and feruling wheals

Lament lying and dyeing

Not to be heard

A tree for a tombstone

I stand and breach the sand of time

My roots run deep

To hold you once more

These words forget me not

My limbs reach for the heavens

My leaves dance with joy

To hear these word from you

 I love you