He was a sage of nature and of thought
A contemplative figure, he stood steadfast
At the shore betwixt the seas and skies
Faced towards that which he roams at last
But in his time when he was here
He stood by my side, his finger in the air
And happily pointed me to all that is
At the shimmering cusp of cosmic despair
So I stood in awe at this grand display
And the extraordinary figure by my side
Who showed me worlds I’d yet to see
Who now in death is my cosmic guide
Now late in June he boarded his boat
He sailed towards skies and shores beyond
I know when my boat calls for me too
I’ll sail to horizons you pointed me to
April 17th - 2023
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Author:
A.B. Jakobsen (
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Comments1
so well written
lovely themes of steadfast worth
in deeds
that resonate even after we're gone,
remembered
by those we shared ourselves with..
(thank you for sharing dear Poet
a memorable read)
Thank you Mek! It was very much written in honour of someone I held dear.
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