When a Poet Passes

Your treasured words have run so deep Merging with the creative flow where the river weeps Sweeping across other restless bards minds Who are denied their sleep Seeking out some precious wisdom to keep Then, in a day taken for granted, Behold, your gone And its not long When those who love you Start to miss you singing your songs And who knew? How large the throngs Of fellow poets Those you made feel they belonged To your beautiful family where no words are wrong, But we know whereby we are called That we must press on So those who pass before us Don't pass in vain And we must share our Odes in humility For others to gain From our sleepless nights Bearing a pen of hope and pain And our voice will be heard On the page and forever remain. For Lucilla Carillo