In Memorial
How is it that
Someone I have never known
Could have passed on
Vast depths of meaning and of love
To me
They, without direct encounter
Have provided aim and reason
Now I find my course has altered
Just as though a fresh salt
Wind has graced my sails
From above
Reminding me of love, of
Wonder to the world, of mind
Though word alone is not a lot
A spirit carries plenty to impart
In exhale, bits of meaning fall
As gentle snowflakes coming down to play
Its evidence an ever presence
In between the lines
Here we are, as each and every
Faces to the wind and blinking in the sun
To live this way
Is to live in love