Almost home
In the end he played and sang
my simple sounds of life
and each who listened felt
the song was meant for him.
I sat and watched his breath dance,
unfold a scene in chalk of black and white,
water colors in pastel hues,
and oils green and umber.
He asked for the sands of the columbia
to flourish life from his soul.
And all who knew and loved him
garnered beauty from his smiles.
To know him was to love,
to live at peace above.
to live among his charms
to gather souls with open arms,
we are almost home.
(2015)
