A poem I wrote for the passing of a friend a few years ago.


What once was here now is gone
The circle completed on its path
Though fromt his world a love one left
The return shall come anon
Intertwined among the stars
The tree of swaying sadness grows
Upward and onward without a pause
Through steady gale and winds that flow
Sadly broken the tree did fall
But unto wonder shall apear to all
For from the broken branches planted
New sprouts come forth to grow anew
The swaying branches once again
Dancing lightly on the wind...

Tashkaniti Dakra,
~Zionia