...and Death.
I (we) lost a dear friend and brother recently. This is for him.
Abandon
-- for Nathan "Dirk" Smiler,
Feb 21, 1972 - Feb 15, 2010
Abandoned and lost, we're abandoned to grief
This shock to our lives is beyond our belief
(lost in a darkened land)
Our brother is gone, he is not coming back
Our hearts fill to bursting with absence and lack
A lack of belief, a lack of the speech,
The words to give solace lie far beyond reach.
The words to convey what we feel in our hearts
The abject despair as our worlds fall apart.
(this was not the plan)
For Dirk was immortal, we'd swear it was true
With no hesitation -- Ubiquitous too!
Oh Dirk Omnipresent, Oh Dirk without end!
So how can it be that we don't see our friend?
(and will not ever again)
For friend he was surely to one and to all,
The New or Familiar, the Great and the Small,
Heartwarmingly welcoming into the fold,
The truest of comrades to Young and to Old.
(hail, hail to our friend!)
He shared all he had, but his gift beyond measure,
was genius oratical, Oh what a pleasure!
(the joy that his words would send)
His voice could command even angels' attention
To bend down their ears to such verbal invention
This heavenly art, this mercurial tongue
Would sound in our ears loud as churchbells are rung
(and helping our souls to mend)
The echoes reverberate long in our ears
As memories etched in indelible years.
But oh, it grows quiet, like midnight at sea,
I ask you again: Just how can this be?
(this cannot be the end)
I hear that it's brighter beyond the horizon
There're tales of a Glory they'd never set eyes on
(away in a far-off land)
They speak of a masterful Gentleman Rogue
Ablaze with outlandish notions of vogue,
With impeccable taste and a mischievous tact,
And a devilish grace that imbues every act,
With a smile on his face and a cup in his hand,
He's been charming the denizens throughout that land.
(yea! As only he can)
I say to you now that Dirk's star has not fallen!
It merely seems so in this sad land of night.
The World has moved on and rotated in orbit
Dirk's just beyond reach, and is just beyond sight.
If one listens closely, you can hear distant laughter,
And see a faint glimmer of light, and hear drums,
(off in a distant land)
And ever so faintly, the voice of the Master,
Abandoned to Revel, Abandoned to Fun!
-Voron E. Xarya. 2010/02/20::15:14
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