CAMELOT FANTASIES

Great desire to walk through the Danforth
The so called witching hour
Ten past ten
Fast paced quickened walk
The breeze cooling my hot flushed skin
Altars of flowers and candles
To honour the tragically killed girls
The continuing healing victims
Bundles of flowers and ribbons in curls
Chalk written loving messages
Hand written twirls
#TorontoStrong
#DanforthStrong

Continued vigils have united
This close knit big city street
What “they” hoped would segregate
Has brought us together with love
It’s as though the angels tragically befallen
Are sending us signals from up above
Telling us what was shattered
Is now aggrandized
Fusion of love entertwined
Woven with smiles
Hugs of love
The names we call out
Are those of angels
Julianna and Reese
Angels of peace

~Divine