Alchera, as previously mentioned, is the Australian dreamland when the
souls of the dead rise and roam the earth at night, returning to their
graves at sunrise. This is dedicated to the memories of Joanne DeStefano,
Anna Paris, and most recently, Ryan McGinty, a student of my school who
passed away 16 April.
People do not realize an object's worth until it has been taken away from
them. It is only at this time that one decides to forsake all in search of
what they lost. Sadly, they never recover it. They learn too late that once
something is lost, it is lost forever. It is for this reason that you must
appreciate the things you have while you have them. And when they are gone,
you will look back with fond memories of that which you so strongly loved
and lost too soon.

ALCHERA
Though gone from this life,
You shan't be forever.
There is a time, as all men know,
When you'll return to us.
When night falls on earth,
The sleepers wake again.
Roaming the streets,
Relief comes by dreamland.
The sleepers are always searching,
Searching for what they left.
Not gone forever, only till the sunset.
At sunset, you'll awaken.
All night, you'll search for us.
Each night until the sunrise,
Until He puts you back to sleep.
The dreamland lasts all night,
That's when we'll meet again,
At night, when dreamland comes.

This is my only poem that I do not want flames on. It is meant to be a
condolence, not a piece to be critiqued. I wrote it to console anyone in
mourning, not to be 'fixed' by readers. Thank you for reading. If you liked
it, please tell me.