Poetry

Under The Sun

written by: Matthew

Let me die in a place of peace,

Where deer roam and of flying geese,

A valley filled with friends beyond,

I cannot wait for them to respond.

Bury me under the sun,

So that I may feel the warmth.

Bury me next to my love,

Who I will love and respect

Years will go by infront of us,

But under the sun, bury me.


A meadow so wide, that all of God is seen.

Who am I to judge the Above All?

A rose next to my grave shows my love,

It's over looked like the clouds above,

It strives for life in such a place as this,

My soul pours into it, its peddles my soul.


Red the color of my wounds,

Words adding to my burden.

Stem of hate and pain,

Thorns of my sins to punish me.


A cursed flower,

Of love,

Of passion,

Of Truth

All is lost in the darkness below,

Light dwindles away,

Making room for those above,

No room for the forgotten.

Bury me under the sun,

A place where I can look upon peace,

Where I will be warm and free,

Where the roses grow.

My best friend has gone,

To a place where I cannot reach,

Place me next to her,

With her tail by my feet.


With her stone "Forever Friends"

Above our heads,

Her tag in my hands,

And her paws at ease,

So that she may forever sleep.

Bury me under the sun,

Next to my friend,

So that we will never be lonely,

And always face thee.

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