Touch

Cushioned on a clouds horizon -
She climbs the merry wind up high.
Glistened face upon a sun -
Our tragedy – to see her die.
Arms outstretched – to reach the touch -
At coming home, today she smiles.
As far away, we drop our tears -
Bow our heads with sad goodbyes.
She’s home now – and she’ll rest -
To angels voices on a song.
Goodbye, goodbye, we say goodbye -
We turn, and walk – our lives go on -

Written By Shane Ferguson
On The 31st May 2005