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2/4/03 -- 12/22/97


A journey man with silver tail points across time
to a tick beyond the winter's solstice nearly a century distant
covering memories and love and works of a life
  in its wake.

From the living eye much was seen
but from the scan of heaven only a flash
among many, yet with its own radiance
brief as are all but bright with its own distinction.

He had no knowledge of his keenness
or maybe just a side-long glint of self-sight
lost to quickly in the press of caring.

But  those whose ways were illuminated by that sweet light
which first flickered before flight
stumbled less than if some more distant beacon had
been lit for us.  

And so we travel on as we were shown
trying to cut our own road through our time
with the gifts of such sights as we were able to see
for nearly a hundred years.

Thursday, December 25, 1997