BLACK FOG VGOW 14/03/12
Mobile rings in the soft light of morning
Heralding a message wailing the blues
Filtering out the dawn’s tuneless dreaming
Everyday tragedy, everyday news.
A father, two daughters, smiling and fair
Wend their way homeward, song lifting the air
Descant through black fog, lose control on a bend
Too late the four-wheeler – crescendo - the end.
Three souls together, through time and through space
Sing up the sunrise, having left this life’s race
Now bound forever in death’s harmony
Ride the wings of the rainbow, liltingly free.
Eternal lament of sorrow and pain
Shrouds their mother now, who waits home in vain.
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