Notes: For Laura
February 21, 2009
For Clavila
On a day so downcast,
The skies are grey,
But our hearts are greyer,
Grey with loss, grey with grief.
And when the night turns,
Black is the sky,
But not so black as our hearts
In emptiness.
No other colors exist,
None but black and grey,
Darkness floods the souls of those
Who knew the girl Clavila.
Where has she gone?
Beyond the Gates, beyond the dark,
Leaving naught but shades of grey,
And taking every color.
Crimson, for her ruby lips,
No rose was ever purer,
No ruby could outshine
Her radiant smile.
Cerulean, for her eyes,
No sky was ever brighter,
No sapphire could out sparkle
Her twinkling eyes
Auburn, for her hair,
No earth was ever richer,
No memory could outlast
Her flowing hair.
And white, for the pureness of her soul,
And the pureness of her heart,
Shining ever brighter
When the night grew darker.
She holds that light
Now empty from our hearts,
As hope turns to despair,
As loss consumes the soul.
A mercy, a sign shines down
Upon us from above
As the brightness from her soul
Shines down through the stars
Guiding the way of the weary traveler,
Lighting the way for the lost child,
And revealing home to the grievers
So that we may return.
She exists.
She is gone, and we live on,
Yet she exists among us
As the stars that light our soul.
In memory of both girls, may they both live on. Pray for them.