A shower of silver
Cascading over my ears...

You are resting now
Although I'll miss you greatly...

I wonder where my shadow went
The glue I ordered wasn't sent...

No fanfares, no trumpets
No choirs of angels sang...

You were taken from
My life before I knew you...

Through thick and thin you taught me
The way a teacher should...

Like the gentle breeze of summer
They brush against my face...

I would fall from the sky if you would catch me.
To be held close to you would be all I'd ever...

This was written for my friend to his baby son;
Like the warming glow of the Autumn sun...

Perfection was a myth and tale
in which we didn't trust...

He sat crossed legged upon the floor
His mind in such a dither...

Golden lights flash across blue and white orbs...
Startling yet soft they penetrate layer by layer...