A poem to the dead.
Today the sunset is made of vibrant Oranges and Scarlet Reds, Seagulls are crying out towards the sun that sinks below the sparkling waves.
The Ocean air is chilled with mist causing foam to lap at the waves clinging to the ship. Do you see me up there? Do you miss me the way I miss you?
Are you even aware of the fact that you were the glue that held us together? 2020 is a year with little to no music. Little to no love. Little to any hope. Yet just like your soul, they linger here. In the hearts of the ones who will not forget.
On the Restless stern of the ship, two drinks in. It is your smile I miss, that hyena hybrid monkey like laugh. No more mystery flowers in the wind. No more sailboat stories, or even adventures tales of the dark abyss where things go bump and bite.
Now is only the time for death and bitter loss on distant mountains. Watching them from this ship is like watching your soul from down here to up there.
The seagulls and ocean are still crying; crying for the man who no longer casts in and rules the sea. Crying for a man who will no longer groom them or send flowers.
Yet it is here in the multicolored beautiful sunset that your happiness shines through brightly.
Even in death you will always be the glue that held us together the strong warrior from never gave in even when others passed.
Rest Well In Peace.
