Through misted cloudy eyes,
I stared upon your grave.
Feeling empty and confused
the sun beamed on my face.
I gazed into the heavens,
you were tranquil and at ease,
fluttering about with angelic wings.
From the warmth of our embrace,
To the Heavens in the Sky,
Fly on angelic beauty,
my butterfly in the sky.
Ie infinite embrace JzenOz