Though our fires burn apart,
A spark from yours lit mine
To fill the dark heavens,
With flames of joy and tiny angels,
To drift on night winds and perhaps,
Find timber dry enough to light,
Some other poor wretch’s life
And so I give you thanks dear Ray,
And offer your name upon these same winds
Hoping against hope it will find its way home.
I wrote this in January, 2010, but it seems most fitting to publish it now.
My thoughts go to the family of this great man, who passed away last night.
I wouldn’t be me without you Ray, I’ll never forget the nights I spent reading your words, looking up at the stars, and dreaming…Thank you.