April’s jest I suspected Alas stand corrected. My heart torn asunder A sempiternal slumber you enter So sudden the heavens beckon. Were aware of imminent disaster? Or was it your act salvation? “I hope Gazette will last forever” Forever words remember. Life is finite yet eternal soul Your presence lingers still Like once sonorous strums. Do descend eden now and again To hark hymns kindred spirits As here perpetual throne resides. Tomorrow you’ll surely come home right?