<<Sorry this one is short. It's just a poem I wrote. I may do a book of poems or just add them here; I haven't decided yet. Let me know what you think about it and the poem! Enjoy!>>

The world watches. The world can see
As the people return a man to the sea.
A quiet cry, a gentle breeze
And a family who weeps over fallen leaves.

Everyone gathers, everyone comes.
Everyone hears the song's last strums;
yet someone is missing-
someone isn't there.
Their light is still glistening,
though only just a hair.

But there is still light,
and in the dark it glows bright.
For this light will shine
It will not be contained by man's line.

So watch the doves fly high above.
Where there are tears, there is love.
Though now they walk on tightrope,
soon, they will find sturdy hope.

From the broken, scattered glass
to the dark green blades of grass,
'Tis not the end; the world knows it.
For even in the dark, it is moonlit.