My friend, why did you leave?
I don’t understand why you have been taken away.
Every night my thoughts wander to you.
There they linger until the dawn.
Confusion overwhelms me when I think that you are gone.
Have you seen the “Pearly Gates”?
Do they shine so as to see a reflection?
And what about the flying horses?
Do they really soar higher than the imagination can see?
Is there really no fighting?
Does the shine of a thousand smiles light the air around you?
So many questions loom before me.
But I will not ask if you are happy now.
Not because I do not care,
But because I know you are.
Who would not be happy in the company you possess?
*Written for Clinton Marsh Davis, July 9, 1975-June 6, 1992.