My poem could never be as beautiful as your light but now you are at peace with all spirits in flight.
Only meeting you once for less than 24 hours, asking to play my guitar you dazzled my ears in delight, yet made my eyes sprinkle with words of your mother in the sky.
We chatted over tea and it was clear to see, your life had already been pretty colourful indeed. Each sharing our sorrows from where it was lost, looking to the next journey to keep any darkness off.
Years had passed on and I find your picture added to the memories of souls not forgotten, although your story needs knowing to try keep others from being unable to pull off that crocked path.
Hidden away in a room drinking, while still able to pull it together and help others. Your wounds ran so deep that even your closest friends are left wondering if there was more they could of done, although nothing can enter what we want to keep boarded up.
That piece of history that love can not let go off, and I hope whatever it was your now a part of.
This life can truly be a dream or a nightmare and no matter how many beautiful souls we have around us, there\'s a balloon that fills up and when it\'s ready to go it\'s ready to go.
I\'ll thank the stars every night for the part you played in mine, thankful to of helped yours enough to now be home safe at last.