Sweet Sorrow Poem by jhonny jean

Tranquility of precious time,
Hours are gone, but…
Essence of yesterday remains,
A distinct moment trails
The remainder of life,
To a future that marks
Unpredictable,
But desirable feeling,
Event unfold itself
By the tic of a clock,
The hour is near;
A faded smile,
The silent cry,
The quiet scream,
Calmly parted to
A sweet sorrow farewell,
Gate of heaven opens,
Leaving behind earthly temple,
Becoming pure spirit,
An Angel now you are.