My heart, moved by the sound
the sound of the poet, the sound of the universe
the sound of magic, the sound of Marc.
My heart, broken by the loss
broken by the cost, the cost, the terrible cost
the cost cast one morning by the road, by the dark
My heart, touched by the devoted
touched by the feeling, the feeling of them all
touched by magic, still living, in all of their endless love, for Marc.
*© Copyright 2010 James Marshall Black
That is so beautiful James, it inspired me to write a little poem.
ReplyDeleteMarc never went away
And as he left his body in and Archangel blazing light.
The Sun shone so strongly that the day became night and the night became day.
He simply wasn't mean't to stay too long.
Yet long enough to leave his beautiful song in plenitude.
Then I imagine him say.
"And in each song you'll find my heart, for in truth I never left you.
I never went away
I gave you these gifts so that I might stay.
Right here in your Pure Loving Hearts". Ceri xxx
simply never meant to stay
ReplyDeletebeyond that day .. touched by the magic there, Marc in my heart is simply yours
Always,
Catherine
April 19th 2011