Bill With Anastasia

Bill With Anastasia
Bill Eatmon - 1955 - 2006 Co-shepherd at Sheltering Pines from June, 1996 to August, 2006.

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Friday, June 27, 2008

Mourning Song

Like a heart in winter beats alone
Solitary is this place I call my own
Memories of sun
That fan
An undiminished flame

Mourning song
And still you're gone
Somehow I'll find my way
To fill my glass up to the rim
Unearthing gold each day
True is my devotion
Always there beneath my skin

No forgetting what is left behind
Light and shadow from a once elusive sky
Wanting to possess me
Like an unforgiving rain

Mourning Song
And still you're gone
Somehow I'll find a way
To fill my glass up to the rim
unearthing gold each day
True was our devotion
Once a bright undying dream

Memories of sun
That fan an undiminished flame

Mourning Song
And still you're gone
Somehow I'll find a way
To fill my glass up to the rim
Unearthing gold each day
True is my devotion
Always there beneath my skin

4 comments:

Carol Bator said...

Wow. Beautiful, powerful imagery,
"Somehow I'll find a way to fill my glass up to the rim..."
Empty, seeking to be full again...

Sharrie said...

Some things are so easy to forget. However, a loss like yours is always there "beneath the skin" My thoughts are with you.

Juliann said...

Stephen, I hope you feel this (((hug))) from me to you.
I can't wait to see you next month. You are very loved by a lot of people.

Amy said...

Hey! I think we bought a ram from you one year:-D

Amy Westbeld