While I still breathe, I write to save my life
in compact form; mistakes, the lessons learned,
triumphant days and nights of needless strife
brought on by willful dreams and bridges burned.
One day too soon, a final page will turn,
the book will close. My fine and fragile chain
to life will break.  A loneliness unearned
will mark your passing days in ink of pain.  
Then if you wish to hear my voice again
one silent morning when you wake alone,
I leave you songs and poems.  Each refrain
will resurrect the soul you've always known.
So when my fated moment shall arrive,
my words are here; come read me back alive.

The shadows have been cleared
through watery eyes

A soul well fed by creativity beyond measure
…you fed me well my friend with grace, ease and peace

As the sun cleared the rain I ceased breathing
the sorrow poured from my depths

I honor the words, the love…dark and light
you are the bearer of many truths

I honor you and our words.
Eternal peace Friar⭐️

From your TLC💜🙏🏻