Do not regret his final passage
in this closing poem of his life.
He has passed into the murky blackness
of God's massive inkwell,
where the essence of poets are placed,
when the spark of inspiration fades
in that last exhale of awe,
Soon God will recreate him,
into a heavenly poem
scrawled across the books of life,
and he will be read back into existence
much to the awe of millions of listeners
in the star light cafe of paradise,
All of those who have passed on,
will welcome his reading,
and he will become
one of the many
spirits of poetry,
whose souls soar higher
then any earthbound
inspiration would allow,
Just think of the many subjects
he can cover who have gone on before him,
Tea with Elizabeth Browning,
a sundae with Robert Frost,
a five mile walk with Longfellow,
The possibilites are endless
and he is happy there,
He poked a hole in the blackness of space
and left his mark
just east of Polaris,
and his starlite will remain as
a beacon to all others who wish to shine
just as brightly as he will forever.
