So slight a sight shimmers acrossA simple house with simple walls
Shadowing the memory of loss
As the final light of day calls
A circle of hope marks it well
For a simple life with simple joys
So many more volumes to tell
Hinted at in the most quiet of noise
The man who was proven with a touch
That echoed in a simple tone
Had embraces and so very much
Before he was placed beneath the stone
Dreams flitter and fly with grace
Across the easement of simple thought
Hallowing the quiet and holy place
Never to be entirely forgot
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