Epistle: Letter to Matthew Shepard

(December 1, 1976 – October 12, 1998)

 

 

If I could write you a wish symphony

I would write you into a happier world

where laughter is the common language

and you would not need to travel

beyond the grave

to find the safety

of a song.

 

However, this earth is covered

with a shroud of fear

muting its spinning voice to strange

echoes of false hymns with its rotation.

Lullabies remain in the cradle,

soon to be replaced with whispers

of indifference and cries of hatred.

 

The grass hums through the wind

without contemplating what happens above it.

The river prattles endlessly

without thoughts of what

it carries or what it touches.

The mountains pay silent homage

to the snow without judgment,

without acknowledgment to

the roar of the avalanche.

 

May you leave behind memories

of the sorrowful

and just play.

~ by dianeklammer on March 23, 2013.

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