Lament Quote by Alan James Roll
““Lament For J Among the small graves a soft shaft of sunlight gently rains On a memory; etches, as a glittering finger, Golden corn field hair, ignites eyes sweet as the seas blue plains, Traces lips pink as Marys carnation tears and lingers Then is gone. Oh ancient sun above how shall I tell Of the hearts deep yearnings that the years can never quell?””
