Friend weep not at the hearing
Rare was your love, rare and deep
End has not come unto me empty
Eternity has not found me in need of a friend
Death does not, my dearest friend
Feel not that we have parted
Realize that always the poet remains
Even more in the universal soul
Ever with you, my dearest friend, amour
Devoted to life, more than in life
© 1996, Tim D. Coulter Sr.