Once upon a handshake between palm
and amber leaf,
You made a tender promise
before time became a thief.
Below the falling autumn leaves,
As red as Mountain Ash,
I kissed the paleness of your cheek,
Desiring what Angels seek.
Upon my hands were petals,
You placed against my cheek,
Telling of a story, eternity would keep.
As we prepare to leave this world,
Two souls may join once more,
To dance amongst the stars above,
The light of heaven’s door.
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