Dustyhawk :: Broken Mirror

Where do we begin from here old friend of ours ?
Did you see it all from up above?
I can’t help but shiver here in my seat,
Looking up above to you dear friend,
You looking upon us, ever smiling never fading,
The tears are now no more, You like it don’t you ?
All of us not crying anymore,
A year has passed since the last teardrop,
Twenty Seven you could be, now never be
Our hearts beat today in unison,
Where do we begin bosom friend ?
I can feel you,
oh! How we long to see you smile and hear your voice,
It’s all gone now, yet never forgotten that voice,
Your voice, speaks with a resounding charitable truth,
You ain’t there. You do not sleep,
Thou art a thousand winds that blow,
Thou art the diamond glints on snow,
Thou art the sunlight on ripened grain,
Thou art the gentle autumn rain,
Ye awaken in the morning’s hush,
Thou art the swift uplifting rush,
Of quiet birds in circled flight,
Thou art the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at thy grave and cry thou said
Thou art not there. Death did not take you,
Death can never take you,
With life and life to the fullest you were given,
On this land, you walk no more,
But you, dearest friend till the end of time,
You our dearest and most beloved friend,
You walk with us in our hearts for evermore.

On this beautiful day we celebrate the 27th birthday of Bernard Foo, who pass away last year a day after his birth date. We love you Bernard.