Shaun

Once again, the death of another friend

Picture the scene, if you can

A blue tent with a clear blue sky

A faint sunlit moon slowly decending behind

A tree and a small blue crowd

Shaun is free

No more constraints, no more pain

But he'll never again get to see the rain

Hear musical notes climb and decend

This world will just continue

blind to this end

to this sobering moment in time 

We never got to have that beer and discuss the book

I never got to hear where in your mind it took

If you could relate as I once did

To that one poem inside

"I remember friends from wars, all but we forgot

All of them distilled into each wound we caught 

Those wounds were all the painful places we fought 

Battles better left behind, ones we never sought 

What is it that we spent, and what was it we bought" ~ F. Herbert

It's kinda like that, you know 

Born into the craziness of this world 

To be brought low

Again and again

But you, my friend, I would defend 

If I were now able

Everything we know, it just ends

And, if you're lucky, you become a fable

That so rarely happens though 

I will remember you Shaun, and all the times we would just spend

Talking