’We broke  the bones of each others words and savoured on its marrow’
(Joel M Frye - talking of the old hp)
These are not my words but those of a man in passing.
I just wandered along the corridors of his soul scribbled on walls that no longer feel his presence but will forever hold the man, a poet , a friend , a blessing.
Your words can never die
They are written in stars so bright
And oceans as deep as the darkness you were left to fight .  
May you find beauty in death
May you find peace
God dam it
May you find heaven.

Oh but for those melancholy days
Where within our poetic playground we found connections like none other .
It was beautiful
It was more
It was so much more
So thank you for your part
In a time that was a blessing to us all .
May you rest
May you journey onwards discovering all that is to come

To sweetness you go
I can feel this.