Fair Thee Well …
He’ll soon be gone, so fair him well, the ink has dried,
his well is empty the words he shared have crossed
through the translucency of time.
Life, love and sharing was his journey, never his destination,
yet he tried his best to live it well, hard, fast and filled with
much emotion, but within a blink of an eye, it faded like fog over an
Pray tell, the memories, the friends, the accolades, the
sorrow, all encompassed his soul, a mirror has no reflection
of the sorrows he’s seen yet, leave he will this stage with no
For in this life, a gift was given him, late in the eve of
his wanderings, shadows came forth, a past spirit was cast over
and encompassed his soul and drew him from the
deep Abyss, giving him a voice. One he has attempted to
express with his pen.
Lost in the streets of sadness, his Muse has been generous,
never loosening his grip on this poet’s life,
he will live on in another world, and possibly remembered
in this one he lived in sorrow and misunderstanding. May God find
grace over his wretched soul.
Vincent Moore 2019