And when your golden curls have turned to red, When your eyes have lost all their light find strength in my life. Enough white to kindle a massacre of poems. At least tremble enough that I may flame in your green array, All these years, the battle of each grievous day. Perhaps then those beautiful tears will overcome... I almost wrecked this morning in about the same place My mother called me the day she found out, I hydroplaned going about 42 miles per hour. I wasn't scared or anything it was very strange. I had a moment in time and space, All to myself to think. To die then would mean to be with my sister, But if I had then I would have missed out on this dream I've had for so long. It just goes to show what a girl like Erin with an enormous heart And a talent to make the world smile could have done if she was still alive. It sounds strange, but Erin couldn't have lived out her dreams on Earth, So now I must make it a point, So now it's my job to live them out for her And let the world know what a wonderful person it will never get to meet. *** NiCk ***