Luminous child of softest eyes

and gentle soul,

born from Ann’s hope,

and from his mother’s love,

how many hearts you filled with joy.

 

Curious spirit, wisp

of heaven, you

sifted the real and grew

to ponder truth,

began to laugh out loud with it.

 

Talent. Intensity. Pain.

Acting from knowledge of how

a black man’s world can go.

Your fire burned so fierce.

Your heart so sweet.

 

Luminous man of softest eyes

and gentle soul,

quicksilver brightness,

we miss you so.

I hope you’ve gone to sail the sky and fish.

 

 

November 2, 2008