Then I had another loss that was like that.
One of my closest friends died while I was in Asia.
And some weeks after, I felt it.
I felt it.
So I wrote this trilogy for him.
It's called "A Monody for Lee," Lee Town.
Rain, rain and darkness oldest grief.
Burn rhythms dear as love's lost voice.
If I am lonely on night's reef remembering I have no choice.
No choice more than a pine of where I am in time.
This hymn of rain reminds me what's unseen is there.
Love, you lie always where you've laid.
Death, the phone breaking by my rock skips to a sea.
I wait reef [INDISTINCT].
Bubble breath, breaking death.
I mourn not all your unquestioning see,
I mourn one death, one friend write for love's man
vanished oh too early.
One.
With one friend, friendship is learned.
One rose proves how roses exist.
One wheel reveals a circle turned.
One word, one wind, may move and miss.
Presidents, goddesses, a star.
My friend is grateful that they are.
Death sounds of never is too harsh.
Grand ocean gone, where will you rest.
Breath is like a strayed wren in a marsh has lost its way.
Dead North, not West.
Tonight is dark, is the moon dead?
Yet rain, the lost, moon, silver hair falls on an old hill
showed.
Dead?
How can I learn everywhere?
Love and times rain, I listen.
Here singing, rest.
It is your voice near.