He was a fire *******
Born with hungry veins and an eye for danger
A quick smile with a sparkling eye captivated
Those who stood close enough
Through barefoot and a hundred more
He danced the melody of carefree living
Unfortunately his time here was too short
Playing  that hard left him blue
Three a.m. knows his story
His tastes,  his memories
His laughter still echoes
Tears fall unchecked
Puddling at our feet for his loss
We will mourn him until the end of our own fire
For once we burn out we will join his again