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Dripping Taps and Sinking Sands through the fingers of time did drift
Mountain highs and trenches low through the line of the phone did flit,
Hours that mimicked minutes added to months and years,
Friendship everlasting forged through laughs and tears.
Tree trunk strong branching out and chasing long-lived dreams.
Paradise found in the south of France l with small fraud around the seams.
Split but stitched together the sunsets traveled on
Batting overstuffed there friendship quilt and muffled out of song.
Regrets rush through flooded ducts and heart pierced through fractured mind
Words scattered in memory and poem written en memoriam.
Lamb of God, child touched by hell no longer tormented by demons.
Tear stained teddy bear I hold mourning your loss this evening.
Dwelling with the three in one and those who passed is by.
May you my friend find an eternal peace you struggled to find in life.
RIP Stephen Riley aka James Hanna-Magill
| Thank you, I had forgotten the joy I felt when reading your work. You are an incredible writer. I plan to read your work one more time, before March 17 when it all goes away. ||| Posted on 2023-02-03 00:00:00 | by Silver20G | [ Reply to This ] |