A Torch For All the Dead

We light a torch for the dying as guide in the dark. We light a torch for our dead in remembrance of their lives. Sometimes we light a torch for all those we have buried in the graveyard of the soul, the good alongside the bad, because subconciously we want to believe that if you light the way, the dead can come back. The curse is that you discover they are not always welcome.

A short collection of my poetical thoughts entitled A Torch For All the Dead:

In Remembrance
• The Hospital Bed
• No Requiem or Elegy, Just Empty Space
• New to the Dark
• An Ode to Truth, Truly Free
• Our Stories, Short and Long
• The Sea Was Never Blue
  
  In Retrospect
• Vernal Equinox
• Fragrant of Gone Time
• Notes on Dark and Lightness
• Vestiges of You, In Memory
• Sounds Still Warm
• Father, I Thank You
  
  In Regret
• Mama, Don't Die
• Change the Climate
• Scam Romance
• Cornered by Junk
• Photographer Unknown
• Everything Stops Working

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