A tribute to Ron Cox
Your body may be cold
But your warm heart still glows in mine
I race to sieze your fading embers
Hoping to etch fiery lines around our memories
Before the outline of them fades from view
Fogged and obscured by so many necessary, unimportant things.
We now contemplate a world without you
Your memory walks ghostlike among our thoughts,
Cold steps now tracing the former paths
The worn ruts brings us comfort.
We smile knowingly as you’re passing by
Minds aflash with your slowly forming smile
Thoughts of your shade moving across the tender ground
When the music plays
We dance the dance with you
And you are with us once again
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