My door
is open
by day
do drop over
for coffee
if you come
this way

my door
is also open
by evening
if you're hungry
join me
in supping

my door
will open
every tomorrow
come in
to chat
to share
whatever
this I'm sure:
our understanding
of each other
will splendidly grow

Well, well, well
no one can tell
whether
you are well
or unwell

your outward
manifestation
doesn't ring a bell

we are each
wearing a mask
a mystery
it does spell

life then
is summarised
in just two words:
either well
or unwell

But is dying merely a rebirth within the echoes
Of another's memory, in another's mind
Forever lingering in another’s heart –
Being this forever last touch?

Death, is far from silent, loudly resonating
Within the echoing tears of the living,
Not so cold; those cherished memories
Of you, ignites smiles that envelop us in warmth.

Though, as much as we know you now
We realize we never truly knew you at all!
Even in death, the narrative of your once
Existence, is living in another’s memories –
As a depth far beyond what we could even hold.

Don't seek
anyone's opinion
just your point
of view to confirm

The clouds cry too,
But we call it rain-
When their life gets hard
They turn all grey
They grumble when upset
And look at bit down
They start to feel heavy
And that’s when start to cry
Hear hear it on the roof
The steady tap, tap, tap
It falls so gracefully
And waters down the earth
Because sometimes
The clouds need to cry too

you brought joy,
laughter
and a special happiness
more unique than
the stars

a flicker that caught fire,
and burned as bright
as the largest sun

for all those you encountered,
and the essence you gave,
though for a short time,
a life more potent
than most

love had ignited your story,
and forever it will remain
in memory,
imprinted with a golden signature
of your potent energy

Life is navigation:
make sure you know
your destination