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.

The door opens. The sunlight shone upon the world that was left in the dark. He began to mutter something about God, about humanity, about the one he love. As he looks up into the cerulean skies, tears fell from his eyes and glided on his cheeks. Overflowing, gliding slowly and slowly dripping and dripping towards a sweet face.

He looks down and there’s a face which he knew too well. A lost love, his comrade and the one he swore to give his life up for. That familiar face, now lifeless and yet there was something about that face. As he looked at the face, a spring time of emotions exploded and confused the mind. God had taken away the only person he love and yet on the face of the former lover was a smile so sweet that sins which is mortal can be forgiven by both words and soul.

How could have this happen to him ? Why these feelings of both love and hate ? Different sides on the same coin? As he got up, place the love down on the debris and even with sadness filling his heart; smile now. Smile for going after God is next to impossible and going after another for bittersweet revenge brings emptiness.

Such a smile on that face of the lover. For violence, revenge and retribution does not bring back the dead. Living on, moving onward and to pay it forward are the task that he must do for the sake of the love he once had. No, it must be done because the love is still there blooming,fanning the flames upon the people who never knew about the love.

Cover up the lover, erect a holy symbol according to his believe. Walk on. Walk on dear friend and watch over us as we look up into the skies and hope to see you smile. Smile to us, show to us in minor display and let us raise this glass.

in memoriam of our beloved Bernard