Hymns Pristine

Choose to believe in the hymns
You once sweetly sung from
My misplaced bedside
Until horrid silence descended
Making us fragile china dolls
Where we try to remember
Breezes by closed windows
Will not confess we’re scared
To be alone in silence
Hymns kept us safe from
Passing into oblivion and
Each other as the ground
Remembers all we meant
Our days numbered and sequenced
So I choose to believe
In the hymns pristine
You once sweetly sung from
My bedside engulfed in flames