As the mist leaves no scar
On the dark green hill,
So my body leaves no scar
On you, nor ever will.
When wind and hawk encounter,
What remains to keep?
So you and I encounter,
Then turn, then fall to sleep.
As many nights endure
Without a moon or star,
So will we endure,
When one is gone and far.
Remembering…
Like Barbara Steisand wrote” Memories”.
Love it, love it
Lovely poem. Neil will be missed by all who loved him. My sincere regards to his family.