Bright Flame

Burning white, down to ash,
You lit the night with a flash, Bright Flame.

Bright Flame, your face was your name.
Someone placed you behind a windowpane.
Rain was beating against the glass.
You watched the hours as they passed away, Bright Flame.

Bright Flame, misplaced with no blame.
Someone placed you behind a windowpane.
We all watched you reach out to us.
Your solitude was a fabulous display, Bright Flame.

Bright Flame, your grace was your shame,
Brilliant as the light on the midnight train
Bearing you to oblivion.
You left the Soul Pavilion today, Bright flame.

Fuego brillante, tu cara era tu nombre. No fui tu hombre...

Copyright 2006 NADJA MUSIC Reinaldo García
February 20, 1998 Monterey, CA

Rosie BlueRain

I composed this hip-hop epitaph in the late 1990s for my mother before she died in 2004.

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