Battered wings
Cease to fly
Eyes that fade
No longer cry
The purple hue
Of spirits flame
Flickers and dies
Circumstance explain.
The wandering soul
No fixed abode
Travels light
A story told
Within the pages
Of a long lost book
A poet died
A lingering truth.
Its scribbled word
Upon face of time
Upon steaming glass
Is lost the rhyme
The shadow drifts
Room to room
Your passing came
Far too soon.