The End

He bore for her life's burdens Soothed the children of their tears Was the rock all others broke upon Left fond memory of his years

Biff Morgan

I fled on wings of starlit hue

across the golden sky

Up into the beyond I flew

watching my dreams go by

 

Shadows echoed love lost dreams

as memories of my past

Obscuring visions of my trust

all characters I knew last

 

The love that I so longed for

the beauty that I would need

Said live life as emotion

set forth by a holy creed

 

In battered rags of ancient might

my god sat on his throne

Viewing me in tortured sight

turning my sins to stone

 

My life passed by its silent way

asking of him just why

For now it's gone and left of me

I know what it's like to die

 

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Author's Note

For Biff whose smile lit the world and whose loss set the sun to grieving.

Reviews

[Dayran]

A poem like a canvas when we bring several different dabs of paint to express our grief. We point to the sky ... people ... the divine ... and a promise to ourselves not to forget the love. Put in place in such haphazardness that we can't help but feel your trembling ... at the very thought of life's unexpectedness ... its suddenness ... and the experience of immortality. Taking place as it does in the midst of our own endeavors in life ... it sometimes suggests a similar message for all of us.

Nicely done Huckleberry ... certainly one of your best ... in the way it showcases the responses of the passions in their natural qualities. Well done.

[Tate Morgan]

Thank you sir It is always an occasion to have a review from you I should role out the red carpet. Much appreciated

[Melobldnfr]

Bawling by the 3rd verse. Hon...it is beautiful, but my heart grieves for your loss.

[Tate Morgan]

I am sorry if you cried. Though I suppose I had hoped for such

[Melobldnfr]

I understand. We write to reach and express and share in hopes that others will feel, relate, touch back. Vince in the background is the kicker. His voice is too compelling.

[Tate Morgan]

It is a tear jerker isnt it

[Mockingbird]

these are words of wisdom and emotion. excellent poem.

[Tate Morgan]

Thank you Merdith You make me smile

[Renée]

A lovely tribute Tate, I know this come from the deepest part of your heart.. RiP Biff

[Tate Morgan]

Thanks Renee you are a beautiful; soul

[Thomas Fitzgerald]

Indeed a prayer like stance to this piece that crosses us all, well done, good read.

[Tate Morgan]

Thank you sir. As always the door is will be open when you visit. Thank you

[justjenn_2u]

Chills. Go rest high on the mountain after the words offered as true spirited love. Love, for real, is so rare. So go rest high.

[Tate Morgan]

Thank you it is a great honor to be able to document a good life

[Baby Ricochet]

Touching and quite moving. Beautiful Poem sir.

[Tate Morgan]

thanks man Biff was a great guy he was the big brother to his clan

[Rita L. Sev]

A beautiful tribute to a good man. I like the pictures you chose to accent this piece - showing the fullness of a life...

[Tate Morgan]

Thank you Rita he was a good soul

[Lydia Shutter]

What a touching tribute you have penned here...a melancholy lullaby. Wonderful work. You have keep the memory alive with this one. lydi**

[Tate Morgan]

Thank you lydia I tried to do justice to the man that my family knew

[Scott Metro]

A vivid and compressed tribute..
Very nice Tate...remembering in this fashion makes for a legacy never forgotten.
Kudos.

Scott

[Tate Morgan]

thank you Scott It is nice to hear from you.

[Scott Metro]

I get out on occasion...lol
Scott