with his Spirit


A flow of words
A field of flowers
The wind blows
The words go
From my mind,
They’ve all escaped
Back in the day, a man loved music
A young man loved the way the words went into rhymes
But his life was cut too short
He drowned of an aneurism in Barton Springs Pool
Only twenty-one years of age in life, the lifeguards couldn’t revive him
But with these words I revive him as the poet’s true hero
He was never afraid of dreams turning into nightmares
Forever his hope lives on through our memories
While gone from Earth, he will never be forgotten
I’ll tell the rest of the World to tell their children of him like he’s a folk story
He lived happy
He touched the lives of so many people
He worked in flower shops
He worked at Lucy in Disguise with Diamonds costume store on Congress
But his true love was rhymes
And for him, I don’t think it was to get rich
He loved the flow of words
He loved the thoughts growing into a field of flowers
So with his Spirit, the wind blows
And with his Spirit, the words go

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