Andrew Charles Forrest

The illusion of angels (In memory of Paul) Elegy #1

The illusion of angels

In that hour when dark seems near

Sings a choir with voices that sound so pure

Hands lay cold upon your chest

To wake you from your mortal rest

 

From a place some fear but some have yearned

For me it seems you are returned

To shine your light a little more

If not as brightly as before

 

Mourning is a selfish thing

No matter what comfort death might bring

My pain hurts as all I grieve

I’ll hide the anger as you leave

 

I am just as sorry for me as you

You’ve made the peace you wanted to

For as we stood around you crying

We could not help but hear the dying

 

So mourning was a selfish thing

I pray your comfort death did bring

I pray your soft lights guide you home

I know that now you’re not alone

Comments5

  • Tony36

    Well written and expressed

  • orchidee

    A fine write Andrew. I can't see how mourning is selfish though. Unless we mope in self-pity for ages.

  • Michael Edwards

    This is such a lovely sensitive write - I have a close friend who has been quite ill recently but has thankfully pulled through it - but it make me realise how much I would miss him - thanks for the posting.

  • SLR

    This is beautiful. Touching. Heartfelt. I'm speechless. Love it. Love it.

  • Neville

    There are those of us who will be able to relate to these fine words, even as we work through them... others , sadly but inevitably will come to understand in their own time.... a very powerful and emotionally charged poem Andrew sir....... Neville



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