Memories of a friend of mine

How fragile life is said to be
Yet, falls on faulting ears


But breaks the silence when we lose
A friend so close and dear

 

A waving hand, a smiling face
moments caught in time

 

Now you fly amongst the angels
Memories of a friend of mine

Author's Notes/Comments: 

To a hang gliding friend who died yesterday. 5/26/2012

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"Faulting ears" seem to be a

"Faulting ears" seem to be a natural enemy to poems and a fearful inevitability for poets to encounter. But the enduring love that bring memories to life give a freedom to feel and heal even in times of grief. May you mourn well and move into the celebration of friendship's love.


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