I wrote this poem for an amazing friend who travels the world and inspires with his wisdom. He is as beautiful on the inside as he is on the out. May she rest in peace Christian.
UNTITLED
Something is missing.
The stars in the sky...
are fewer but for one.
Her's was a fierce light...
In the time of remembrance...
How oft we forget-
The mortality of the human
soul, the fragility of life.
Sewn together by an
ancient seamstress,
with nought but time
in her vacant eyes...
It has looked upon
the young one, has embraced
her, lovingly, and engaged in
the eternal dance.
Her hair is sunfire now...
Her feet are the ocean...
Engaged in a never ending
waltz with the universe.
She can hear you now...
Her ears are the air,
Her eyes are the stars...
Her hands, your heart.
She spreads her cosmic dust
down upon us all...
daring us to catch it...
daring us to live if we can-
O, young spirit...
watch over us every
waking day and dying hour.
Make us understand your purity...
Make us understand
the immortal soul.
VJ 2006
