For Don

Let your soul sing at this scarlet sunset
in this garden, a sanctuary you love so well,
steeped in evening’s half light lingering
you hear secret voices singing to you
in tune with rock and limbs, all in harmony
in the garden you know so well.

It grieves you to turn away to where fluorescent lights hold sway
where the day is measured in increments
and firm foundations in cement,
You were not meant to die slowly indoors
where desperate people cling
to what conformity demands, you understand that sanctuary needs to be purchased, paid for in kind.

If you could mark a place to hold your remains, then this place
under the azure eyes of nature, would hold you close and restore your body
to the elements of mother earth itself, no marker required, rest now friend assured
there will be many more days to enjoy,
let us mark the sunset with silent
prayer.

Chris