…the colour from her dream,
it drained right through dimensions,
the syntax, and the stream.
Euphonious not to mourners
the notes unveiled in grief,
but heaven writes the harmonies
and descants of relief.
A young life filled with purpose
and at peace with what was granted,
the air broke into sombre tears
and drenched our hearts enchanted.
Our thoughts fragmented bloodlessly,
were washed and torn united,
we shared the pieces silently
a mosaic of love requited.
We will never be the same again
for all the death we’ve seen,
my heart is full of unexplained
it bows to deeds unseen…
(This was the recessional song for young Tyler’s funeral. That whole experience was incredibly moving. We hadn’t been in touch for a while as he had moved away. His Dad shared the story that a couple of weeks before his accident, his girlfriend had a dream that he died. She was, of course, really upset by it and discussed it with Tyler. He talked about what he would want if it actually happened. One of the things that came out was that he wanted to be an organ donor. So as of that morning, his Dad informed everyone during his tribute, that two men had been saved by his kidneys…)
