Thirteen years: A Requiem
Falling through the mist of spectral eyes
When sun blessed columns crumble down,
As tombstones standing for the brave and wise
Swim deeper still through time and drown.
The wolf river chases down its prey
Beneath a Mississippi sky,
To swallow all of grace and beauty
There are millions, still, who cry.
An angel fell beneath the waves
To leave his voice, a silhouette,
He lived and died, the form of grace
And I will not forget.