WHILE A GUITAR GENTLY WEEPS

A lone door stands
On carpet grey
Closed now to the ways
Of day, with
Poppy bolts and soldier guard
A last salute to journeys hard

A carved guitar laments a life
Of love and friendship
Joy and strife
Plays silent tears, whilst 
Angel Stands
Proud sentry to a last
command

And all the beauty of a soul
Placed gently red, in pride of
old
To honour unexpected leave,
and
Comfort all who stand and
grieve

And there, lone angel
Stands in grace
Before closed door, she
Commands with grace
Leave now, you must enter
not
Your love is known and not
forgot, but

Guard do I, this lone brown
door
Whilst he travels far from an
earthly shore
Much loved brother son and
friend, know
His shining soul will never,
ever, end 

Marion Price 5/1/21