David Culver - Missing

Early in every morn', when suns light
the rooms of this house,
you are here-
here, inside pictures on the wall-
here in the silence of memories.
Your movements are felt inside us,
and we reach out to find you
against gray walls, undivided,
sensing your smile all around us,
when thinking your name.
There are those who walk with you,
as angels in the dark...
angels will find you, by your whisper.
And always with you, they watch over you.
And sometimes in the early light of morn',
they gather to the shore of every ocean,
looking out to the tall white waves,
that come in their calling, and together,
chant prayers for the missing,
that may you find a sense of comfort there.
You are lost, but not far from the single
quiet whisper of hope, nor from the eyes
of angels, and hearts of those, who still come
to the silent waves, in wait of light's flicker...
watching from the shore.
You, are not alone.

David Culver

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