Saints and Souls

Hello November,
Do you remember the faces
Of friends and loved ones who have passed?
Now off to the gates where the Saints flock,
And off to the place where the sun never hide behind the clouds.
They ride the winds yet without wings,
And angels gather round for them to meet.
Oh sweet November, do you remember the faces?
And the epitaph of friends and loved ones written in stones.
Whose names are carved in our hearts and their memories are never gone.
Now off to the place reserved for only the very best.
Off to the place we are all called to rest.

- JacelynDarelam