Letter to a Friend

I’ve eulogised you already, you know -
“It’s often said that the very great die young – Heaven itself mourns their passing;
So here I am, holding your ashes, I know you’d want them scattered;
You taught me much – showed me a whole other side of life.
-Who knows, maybe like a phoenix, you’ll rise from your ashes … Are we still in the time of miracles?”

Then words fail me – You were always
A flawed beauty,
Too delicate for mortal men, it took superhuman understanding to start to see into you,
Man-I’d-pull-it-back-if-I-could … But the world is run off cycles
And ours was finished.

So here I stand – wings extended in one final salute.
You’d always had me; like a dream sometimes…
Goodbye … Friend.