Rest In Peace, Patrick Frensley. 1986-2005.
Two laughing blue stars are what I remember.
Who could catch a May morning,
when the dogwoods blossomed bright?
And there you were:
an endless, dauntless sun
unsurmountable by any depth of mourning.
Always ahead:
to the next shining thing,
flying in steps,
and again--you've gone on ahead.
Into the most brilliant--
and all the brightest mornings are for Patrick.
If only words were sufficient. I think, the most fundamentally good person I've ever known...I can't understand.
In these times, I think the only firm thing I'll ever be able to say:
I hope the universe looks beautiful from where he is.
Who could catch a May morning,
when the dogwoods blossomed bright?
And there you were:
an endless, dauntless sun
unsurmountable by any depth of mourning.
Always ahead:
to the next shining thing,
flying in steps,
and again--you've gone on ahead.
Into the most brilliant--
and all the brightest mornings are for Patrick.
If only words were sufficient. I think, the most fundamentally good person I've ever known...I can't understand.
In these times, I think the only firm thing I'll ever be able to say:
I hope the universe looks beautiful from where he is.