Nicholas Browning

Graduation

You have been, and will be,

\"Congratulations\",

con-graduation,

somehow, they sound the same,

even more so in a quivering speech.

 

Parting like funeral pyres,

in some glory glazed in green.

In the underside of a beast known

as a valley, so you sing

as farewell.

 

Wear it like an armor, I\'m sure,

a blanket of comfort in trying times.

For all that you have given

I hope that love finds you;

that you get by.

 

I don\'t know why it kills me,

or why it feels this way.

I don\'t know you, you don\'t know me;

it\'s just the pain that comes along when

you watch a dream die.

 

 

 

Dedicated to Ceres Fauna,

  - All the best.