Blossom In a Sty

Such a beautiful mind, lone blossom in a sty one to many times taunting the tempest's ledge now the muse wears a crown of his ashes caulked memories to fill the holes of our lives Your fireflies have brightened the crags of time while all the pretenders pretended to listen but now its painfully clear that they didn't now your final wish is a cryptic gift to the sky Our stark walls now decorated with your spirit with dream catcher and the keeper of stars garnished in the pigment of famished petroglyphs your soul making paths to the center of our heart Your life was brief but much deeper than a sad lesson I believe you're very much deserving of heaven