Henry

Henry I know death precedes my memory of you,

but glistening arrows carry the songs you've written 

bridges of june bathe in reflections of her

and these trickling dew drops draw a shadow of you.

Henry I know death precedes my memory of you,

the green, red, blue bindings evade my quests 

precious seaweed in an ocean of now

I am left to collect wonderous shells of the years you drew.

Henry I know death precedes my memory of you,

I shall take it upon myself to stitch these pages 

do what others couldn't do, do what others forgot the could do

And maybe then, I'll find, a glimpse, a flicker of what used to be you.