Mitchell's Funeral

In nightmares I fly your path
The dangerous path carved for the sun
A ripple of heat tore those eardrums so you could never hear your loved one.
Maybe you thought it was warmth when it was really heavens wrath.
At that height did you feel like you were made of wax?
Mirages melted mayhap as you did
Did you not see it as something god’s forbid?
I can not weep over anyone’s lies when all that’s left are hard and horrid facts.
In malice moments my mind mourns your passing
Where mine own envy subsides like a midnight tide
It took one single solace to know that I had not even tried.
Grassy green glades gave a moment’s grief for the massing.
Their tears trickled towards the earth to rain for you.
For the sun still shone that day, defiantly dying as you did.
Wet cheeks of strong men and lovely women praying that what you had done they undid.
Tears became a torrent on a sunny day until the scene was a direly different hue.
Bathed in black I searched my pocket for a single cigarette
Lighting it to my lips while your mother wept.
Deep in the shorelines earth is where thou slept.
Having not known you better is my one regret.