I found this poem I wrote a long time ago. It was tucked away in a notebook. Thought it might be nice to share it here.

Tim

A day of events large and small

Beginnings and endings

The dust and the spirit blowing in the wind

As the two meet in an instant

My friend takes a fall and he rises above

To wonder and adventure where he’s played many times

The land of the vision, the light and the free

Where dust does not settle and clouds ever form

Where spirits are frolicking and ferns are with flow

Where fairies are princesses and elves are kings

In the land of the mighty

And simple is true

Where life is the same

But experience is new

For the other dimensions are close but so far

And the people who play here are looked at so strange

But oh they are happy, and cares are so few

The magic is precious and my friend Tim is home

In the land of freedom where spirits do roar

This man will soar like the hawk, the eagle and the crow

Along with hackles and cackles of the coyote

Yes, he will play and watch from afar

His presence is felt and his love is so true

He is here now in my heart

Tim, I love you.