In the land of time and tempest
Where actions tarnish and voices sting,
There is a soft, golden light that pours
Through the space between the cracks,
And I know you are here.
Its purity cleans out the dark that
Lurks on the edges and in between the folds
With space and freedom
We are given the ability to see.
Slowly, quietly and patiently
It waits for us to open our tear-stained eyes
And to awaken our wearied souls
That for too long a period swore
That darkness would have
The last word.
But the light shines through
And with humility and faith
I have reason to swear on
The grace of your sand-swept presence
That I will know you once more.
And in your golden light
We will again be young and free.
In honor of my dear friend, taken too soon from this world.