It never hits you till it does and last week it did. Two wonderful people moved on in their journeys leaving us stunned and saddened. Memories of this dream we live in will sustain us till we meet again.
Bullet bursting through my head
lights fireworks fountains red
will line my path as I climb the stair
at last be one with my very own chair
It is always better to be watching the end
on a balcony seat with an old friend
and I too can joyously prepair
when post the show, you climb the stair
You wont leave me and I wont you
for moments of centuries and centuries too few
so live on sweetheart without despair
for I'll be waiting at the very first stair
. July 26 2009.
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