Eventide

Lily flower looks up into the sun on the morning when life was taken from her in an instant torn up by the root now there's nothing save a bed of stones Eventide and a cool, playful breeze and in my ear a soft voice to me whispers: ,when life passes, it leaves in its wake a tiny void, an absence, nothing more. Always helps to find deep down inside your mind a memory warm and dear You know sorrow has its own way but as humans we do not want to see it she is fickle, she's stubborn and cold she doesn't give or take, she only is Always helps to find deep down inside your mind a memory warm and dear --- Eventide - Ásgeir