~ Lao Tzu
This poem is not even a poem. It is a dedication to a boy, I never knew
A man, whose life I had a glimpse of - made possible by his father, I never met
Oh, what brilliance
In the moment of abandon
To the music
Gone too soon. And yet, there is a connection, this frail humanity that travels the dotted line of blogosphere gives me hope that we are one. We feel and share a genuine bond
Yes, we do know
when sincerity shines through
pain and joy mingles
We are alive and real. I extend my hand and hope you feel this hug
that travelled miles across the lonely ocean of millennia, Stafford
For there are many
whose lives you have touched
and left enriched
Good night, Stafford. Sleep well.
For your music maker
Tinker genius is sleeping well
tonight.
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Inspired by Poets United
Written for Stafford Ray
