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We scheme of the future

yet dream

of the past

while time

like sands through the hourglass

pass' us by





Send me the dead flowers

when sands have outlasted me

wishfulness of sudden caress

widowed mourn

of soulful bless

when given

back their name





Shadows still sleepwalk

in the night

echoing

their voice

listening for reply

while darkness

sings this song

"come along

for you too

must dance"





And finality

of Granite

placed upon

my head

a few words

will be said

and a few

tears will

be shed

everythings black and white

absent of color





Dead flowers

placed upon the grave

while the eulogy

will be saved

for another day

somewhere

far away

my spirit

is off...on to meet...my maker



Copyright © 2001 Dennis Hicks