Times arbitrary hand can all too sudden, strike deep.
In a crash of light, he takes and forever keeps.
Souls sodden, drowned in tears, we slump and sink,
Drifting through blank thoughts, straining to think.
Now too often questions asked, become questions lost,
Greyed and forgot, tucked away in thick frost.
Only Time will tell, but hidden in silence, he rarely speaks,
Ticks and tocks, his only words, murmur and creep.
But these words can escape Time’s unyielding march,
Memories can kiss light on those lost in dark past.
Together, celebration is a shield against fates swift sword,
To Beat back blacker days, and ensure his breathe is never caught.
Immature we shall both forever reside:
He in life. And me indebted, to his guidance and mind.