For Jonathan


He achieves an end that few attain:
a mark once made never erased.
Not words on page or transient fame;
not bridges built or prizes claimed.

But with form of light, of laugh and life,
his immortal quill hath lives inscribed.
These memories made o’er time survive,
will precious grow and strong abide.

Too short our time – it passed so fast –
but go you must, I know at last.

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