Existence. ( An old poem overlooked ).

My existence, maybe you'll ponder on a natural cause of death; or breathe silently through a tragedy, with sodden tears and a lone heart full of those flowers posed by my grave, to life I'd say I miss you'
the wonderous thoughts I now cannot name
But with shadows and shade make light in the heaven's, and kiss with breeze upon your neck
And to the next Love
Wisper hold him longer through the night
Maybe time will puzzle your expectations of how I worked and liked to play; and to the days outlayed before star's
Question the validity of my touch, I'll remember you - as I loved the night
the sweetness of the moon with romantic querie, the dreams we caught and cast away
I'd say to them - bright and shinning - shooting
Or falling' be not sorry
breathe in my wake
I sleep, I sleep but fear not nor ever the lasting peace residing
upon wings of feathers
I'm gliding
Like angels in the Snow
Fear not the winter on my lips, my touch
Leave me with kissed imprints warmest and tender
I am still me, in body
And image; with soul I stand by your side
Meet me again in your memories love - the sea' the sand and the tide.