Oct 2015
I wander in the mists of time
'Mid the spectral ghosts of poets now long gone
Shakespeare, Tennyson, Keats
But now Ernesto walks among them
Bones, now turned to dust
Skeletal remains so few
But written words survive
Bodies crumble, wither, and soon so little remains
But the written word is never lost
And so the memories remain
'Mid the spectral ghosts of poets now long gone
Shakespeare, Tennyson, Keats
But now Ernesto walks among them
Bones, now turned to dust
Skeletal remains so few
But written words survive
Bodies crumble, wither, and soon so little remains
But the written word is never lost
And so the memories remain
I would like to thank my friend Wolf for letting us know that a great talent has left us. He wrote for himself with honesty, he wrote for us with hope in his heart
