Enwrap the stars with gloomy velvet shroud,
conceal in darkness lovers' moon that gleams
on passion's deeds. Cast out romantic dreams
and cover heaven's shrine with louring cloud.
A spirit that was battered, never bowed,
a soul that sang of oceans, mountain streams,
of love and life, of life and love's extremes,
has left us grieving, yet we may be proud.
For though a friend's departed, this I know,
a writer never truly dies, they live
within us, as we read each treasured page.
A smile, a thought, a touch to soothe our woe
lends comfort in the crafted words to give
a promise that unlocks our earthly cage.
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