Now no more the slanting rays
Of rain or snow, this poetry
Of weather charting the bright haze
Of days on Earth, sweeping melodies
Did your forget even for a time?
That our days here are limited?
Feel it slipping like an evening hymn
The months become years of lost moments
Most musical and to heaven extending
The loves ones leave us now
The Sun we once held so dear
Is softly descending, O Lord our waiting eyes
This universe as wide as the speed of light
These bosom nightly meditations for what
You would have become, little signs
Of creation and contemplation
While my world is growing dim
Now no more the crimson blaze
Of fiercely loving, give me wisdom
For these tragedies, of losing and loving
And starry pleasures of transcendent gestures
Encoded in art in private moments
Of what it feels like to be lost, anonymous
And solitary, the unexpected sleep
Of a youth dying before their course was set.
Note: Emma Fillipoff was last seen in Victoria, BC, Canada.
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