SONG FOR STEVE BEFORE AND AFTER HIS PASSING
Don’t go, you’ll leave us all behind
Bobbing in your wake
Hoping for a lifeline
But drowning for your sake
Please wait a little longer
We’ll see you to the end
As those minutes turn to seconds
Your dying fire we’ll tend
I’m not the only pilgrim
Watching you unwind
I’ll hold your hand forever
If only in my mind
You said “I am a stoic”
Still smiling with your eyes
Still looking to a future
Where sons and daughters rise
I think that you are writing still
Wherever poets sing
Spinning tales of what once was
And what tomorrow brings
Your life was like an album
More hits than filler there!
Three minute pocket operas
Of love and loss you shared
Marching to that different drum
The rhythm in your soul
Strummed three chords of mystery
Sweet melodies spun gold
‘Sir Bruce’, ‘the lad’, and ‘vicar’ too
The secret names we held
Tokens of fidelity
Mirrors of ourselves
Goodbye my friend, my mate, my pal
The best I ever knew
We walked together, now alone
I’m lucky to have known you