Good Thing

Good Thing

I want to keep your memory
Close to my heart
And manifest your spirit
In my eyes, mouth,
Hands and feet.

In me you have brought life
Things I once thought
Left in slumber
A joy I never knew
Blossoms and sings.

Let us make something new
Fashion a faith 
That embodies us both
In our eyes, mouth
Hands and feet.

In you my joy is eternal
Even in a dark world
Your light burns brightest
And love needed most
Grows good things.

Copyright © 2019 Charles Edward York
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