An End
How can this be
This cannot be at end
A loss so great
Mind numbing pain
I fear to loose this friend
You struck me with your beauty
The quiet way you had
Quick wit, sly smile
A boundless depth of mind
Wisdom from ages lingering back
Your voice liken summer rain
Movements as winds own grace
Your touch, empathic embrace
Your smile the suns great glory
Giving sups to all life below
Hands reaching out to ever aid
Such kindness no way to know
The emptiness inside me
An echo of my wail
For I know it all has ended
And life’s color has turned to pale
Steve ‘Easy�?Whitacre September 14th, 2007