When The Sun Goes Down

Ode to my Poetical Friends
Morning inspiration

When the Sun Goes Down

When the sun goes down
and I’m all gone,
memories will beheld
In my golden songs.

My verses will ring
in holy streams
of who I once was
myself in love.

My corpse no longer kept
in burials of deep wept.
My figure no longer at sight
my soul perfumed in right.

My friend ,verses of mine please keep,
for it will be all that ‘s left, my mind in sync.
For those who my muse are like a rose
appreciated in poetry all that I know..

For verses never die
In twilight skies
You ,the ones who know
The love that I showed..

Don’t cry for me
Because I still will be..
©Lynda Ferrer/2013