Memoria
(Remembrance)
With sadness, I remember.
The instruments they held
Prooved greater than the sword,
And brought light to the waste.
I remember.
They who lie hidden.
Sheltered in the muck of
Our world. Uncut diamonds
In the ruff; Forgotten.
I remember.
Those who once walked our halls.
They who inspired, and were admired.
Those countless, creative minds.
Those who were, and are, my friends.
I remember:
He, who in sadness and despair,
Continually touched my soul
And spurred me on to never
Settle for less, but to reach
Upwards, with 'Excelsior!' ever
On my lips.
I remember:
He who still dwells among us.
A shadow of what he was,
But still great in his own right.
He who guided my hands,
Like a potter on a wheel,
Shaping, and making for the better.
I remember:
The Maiden across the water.
Kind words spewing forth
Like so many waterfalls.
Who in my doubt and malignancy
Picked me up and kindness spread.
Renewing me from my flames.
I remember:
Those countless hordes,
From places I cannot name.
Who only came, leaving
Minute traces of their visits.
But traces they were, placing me
Where I am today.
I remember!
With these recollections
Flowing through me;
Quik-Silver in my veins.
I am inspired again.
I remember!
Ever Higher! I will go.
Never, will I cease.
Never, will I abait.
Never, will I yield.
For it is only their reward.
Fitting, for their service to us all.
Requiescat in Pace;
In Memoriam.