|It is hard to express all the emotion,|
so I have found the words of a poet...
They tell me you are dead, yet I cannot
This night believe the unbelievable;
Your hands that moved caressing weightless things,
As beautiful as music to the soul;
Beyond the barriers of time and space
Must have their measure in eternity.
Your guileless grace will hero no more be seen;
No tears can recreate the lifeless clay;
Yet if your body but a spark retained
That love would fan to flame, my years I'd give
That you might walk the lovely earth again...
|Christine Lee Adams - Coronado, California,
August 7, 2004