Wednesday, 8 September 2010


Luminous pilot, guide me through,
The barren future seems bleak without you.
Amongst the millions now, lost in the skies,
And it kills me to compose the words for goodbyes.
A bond is broken and how hearts bleed,
Dominos fall and grief precedes.
Silence smoothers these hills tonight,
And we gaze at the heavens as an angel takes flight.

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