Children of the Light

I have weighed down your wings of angel-flight

For the aura of joy no longer fills my days

But comes a stranger in a distant hour,

An unexpected guest who rarely stays

Beyond the falling of the briefest flower

Or the passing zephyr's kiss, as fleet

As closely held remembrances of love

Or the poignant recollection of your feet

Moving wounded through the pain you strove

To conquer and your energy regain.

Eyes dimmed by death that once to beauty thrilled,

Mute your voice that spoke of love's refrain

O vibrant spirit by the shadow stilled,

Free now your soul to soar beyond the pain

Earth visits on the children of the light.