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Poems 2004
His wise
face was no longer there
his steady eyes - gone.
The weather beaten lines
that used to catch the warming rays
and reveal the humor and solemnity
of his gaze - gone.
The folds
of his robe, his soft cap
and his wispy beard - gone.
Arms folded across his chest
he stood guard over our
comings and goings
and now he is gone.
His inaction
was steadfast
action for by his mere presence
he was the hub of the wheel
that held fast the inspiration
that gave traction to our lives
and moved us forward.
He did not
leave stealthily in the night
or die an earthly death.
He simply dissolved in the rain
evaporated in the wind
was absorbed in our hearts
and neglected by busy lives.
Looking up
high one day
to the ledge where once he stood
was a formless spire of stone
empty of character and illusion
empty of his light and shadow
I was alone, and he was gone.
© 2004 Richard Sidy
