He was dimming
His light flickering slow
Companion to a single Rose
This man of impossible gain
A confident cowboy who knew his domain
Guided with words that encouraged
So many his absence made glow
With the touch of one hundred sweet angels
In one finger this man did bestow
A grandfather naturally so
A father who truly took hold
A king in the light of ten thousand white owls
Does he stand in the midst of one soul
I look to my left to the willow
To the fruit of a neighboring tree
Over my shoulder the clouds floating by
Are strangely familiar to me
Tears streaming I can finally breathe
My own smile imparts waves of relief
Knowing you’ll always be close
His touch is in all that I see
In everything that I am your love
Will live on inside me
© GÄ
Poétique 