Gateways of the Soul

Thunder On The Hilltop

Causes My Ears

To Remember Whispers

Of The Things That I Imagine

Your Voice Sounds—

Strong Full Of Thought.

Determined And Bent To Action

As Art In A Statue

That Representing Movement

Might Be An Arc Streaming Across This Sky

Falling In The Form Of A Star

Your Wisdom, Our Legacy,

Falling Together Always

Deeper Into One Another