Epilogue
O dear friend!
Dry your eyes!
Weep not at my passing
For that is my past.
Dance and be happy,
Rejoice in my future,
For now I live again:
A new star burning
Bright in the midnight sky.
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Sometimes words come to me in dreams, compelling me to write them down right away when I awake. This is one such poem and was written in the 1990s.
KJ said this on August 27, 2009 at 1:43 pm