Cotton Blue
And he has left us.
Yet, in his absence,
his presence is
and shall be
stronger than ever.
For he is
everywhere now,
and he is
inside of us;
We, who witnessed
the brilliance
of his flame
and were warmed
by its heat;
We, who heard
the chimes
of his churchbell laughter
ring the plains
of starry dawns;
We, who stood
in the pure rain
of his divine
and noble spirit
are now its
blessed, honoured keepers.
Whithin and through us
He shall live on
and our lives
shall ever be enriched
by him
in ways
wondrous and untold.
Fly high, dear friend.
Para Jackie,
estés dónde estés.