Today is the day,
The young rose became boxed,
The bee no longer buzzed.
Neatly ribboned words,
In neatly stacked boxes,
Additions will not be made.
Angels give a sigh,
Sky sheds a tear,
When a poet dies,
A taste of magic is lost,
Leaving steel on the tongue,
When a poet dies,
The earth rotates slower,
Beauty blooms less,
Today is the day,
That a poet died,
Closed off from the wider world,
Limitless expressions poured forth.
Rest today and forever,
Young Emily,
Poet of the poetless,
Rest today and forever,
Young Emily,
Never known now well known.
Gentle is the rain,
Moody are the leaves,
Mourning the Morning,
On the dearly departed breeze.
©2017 Abdul Batin Bey
