We reach for eternity
Never seeing past you and me
Death revolves around us
Trying to miss that bus
A poet writes with trust
Delivering oneself from the gray
A poets write is just
When there is nothing left to say
Your spirit lifted us
Words where your gift
So now into dust
In ashes we sift
Looking for you today
Besides ourselves in grief
As we bury your way
Into our belief.......
RIP Maya Angelou
FTBAS 5.28.14
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