Without you
leaves will no longer chuckle in Silver Birches,
clouds shall no longer roll, but stay static in time,
bubbles in prosecco shall all burst simultaneously,
hyenas shall silence their laughter……
And me? I shall not not weep,
Robin Williams.
for you, you gloriously gifted and brilliant man,
will be in every place in this challenging world,
healing brokenness within all, with your spirit,
playing a movie reel in the heads and hearts of all who Love you.
This world shall never doubt the fire in you dear man – never….
We Loved you then, we Love you now…..
“We don’t read and write poetry because it’s cute. We read and write poetry because we are members of the human race. And the human race is filled with passion. And medicine, law, business, engineering, these are noble pursuits and necessary to sustain life. But poetry, beauty, romance, love, these are what we stay alive for.” – John Keating, Dead Poets Society (1989)