Mist beyond the window screened shadows yet to come and I heard soft breathing of one love Air so cool so wet all very like touch of death A distant raven cried against the coming night and hushed the crickets chatter The wind was gone rain pooled in small but never bottom puddles The candle long since snuffed seemed to question, "Will Heaven be this still?" A thought whispered through my mind If only the world could keep this peace May 27, 1968 Dedicated to Mick Scarpelli aka Mick Scott (Herbert Francis Scarpelli) 8/19/1945 - 2/13/2017
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