Times are hard in this current life,
The pain, the anger, the continual strife.
Leaving us heartbroken-
Upon the knife.
Able to hear the words unspoken,
Of a beloved, a darling wife.
People require a new light in the night,
Land on the sea of which they might sight.
They need hope-
Strength to fight.
Something to bring them back up the slope,
Perhaps a verse? Shining bright.
It was in your work that I found relief,
Your voice pushing on to me sweet belief.
We will survive-
No more grief.
Into your poems I sought to dive,
To swim among the poetically golden reef.
Telling me tales of the beautiful Annabel Lee,
Truly understanding the love she felt for thee.
Like lost Lenore-
Music to me.
The pure love I adore,
Through it, restored to life I seem to be.
It seems to me you always knew,
Among your peers there would be few.
Few to write-
Few to sight.
The mighty vessel to carry you into the night,
The vessel upon which you flew,
That flew into evermore
To return, ‘ah nevermore’.