Matthew is gone and will never be
Although we all loved him, we'll see him no
The beauty of love leads to anguish at death,
The fear and the hunger the price of each breath,
Held like a gift that has loss at its core.
Each day without Matthew is filled with our lack,
Winds from the sea that make grief sing and soar.
Copyright by Nicholas Gordon
Audio and Video Music: Falling Snow. By Aakash Gandhi. Music free to use at YouTube.