Transience Poem by Arik Fletcher

A chorus less a single voice,
an angel taken from our lives,
her song cut short without a choice,
these thoughts of her all that survives,

An empty space where once was light,
a hole that cannot be refilled,
that spark put out without a fight,
a life that we must now rebuild,

a treasure lost but for her worth,
a soul reclaimed before her time,
to rest in peace within the earth.
to sleep and dream that life sublime.