Orange by Alice


Orange Smokey Orange II

and Pooh Bear

May 12 Oct. 21 Oct. 18 1999


" Imprints "


He was perfect

Unlike an arch angel.

Who lost his halo Of wings.

He grabbed this beating life

With each breath

As if each minute

Of his life was a pivotal

Turning point.

Now he lays In his tomb

His mausoleum Of perfect animation

Eating dust Of God's creation

That creates

This cycle

Of death and pain

For the love

He has left behind.

His eyes closed forever

Of sunlight basking on

His gentle face

Forever resting in Darkness.


Alice M. Harnisch