Gentle Zephyr fans his wings
Now hanging by a thread
With winter in the air.

And with each sigh exhaled,
He releases autumn shades of velvet.
The darkest groves of poetry.

Tonight
Nocturnal Reverie dawns it’s worn out shadows
Through the blinking embers of
his existance.

“All mankind is of one author, and is one volume; when one man dies, one chapter is not torn out of the book, but translated into a better language; and every chapter must be so translated...As therefore the bell that rings to a sermon, calls not upon the preacher only, but upon the congregation to come: so this bell calls us all: but how much more me, who am brought so near the door by this sickness....No man is an island, entire of itself...any man's death diminishes me, because I am involved in mankind; and therefore never send to know for whom the bell tolls; it tolls for thee.”
  
Remembrance is key for
Spring’s rebirth.

“One short sleep past, we wake eternally, And death shall be no more; death, thou shalt die.”


 Jason Bellucci
Black_diamond_Bay
1979-2008

Fellow brother, friend, poet, we will never forget you.

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