In Memory Of The Lost One Poem by Liv Mealone

Midnight walks silently as the moon flies
Yarn of grayish clouds clothe the gloomy skies

Beautiful heavens rose as the night abates
Across the horizon, another heart awaits

Bended knees are crying out a pray'r
Yonder is the love that would dry a tear

Stars blink fast, as the sun, they watch
Arching the endless blue looking like a patch

Memories of a love so pure, so warm
Beheld by a heart, so full, so calm.