I dream of two cathedrals

Stalwart and silent

Sentinels astride a storied current

That river just broader than our understanding

How quietly you crossed, old friend

How stealthily you stole away

To those gentle rooms, in that far, inky spire

Into that good night

Alone now, in my cathedral, I climb

Seeking advantage in the highest, hoary pulpit

Craning to distinguish form on that shadowy shore

To avail myself of divine perspective

By and by, I’ll man this precious perch

Each daybreak of my life

Scanning that distant vista for you

As I await the ferryman’s fabled call

On that day, deep in the unknown of tomorrow

What stories we will swap

Fire-side in that dusky basilica

What obscurities you will relish to reveal

Until then, I am a patient man

And there is much work to be done

So that I can embrace you with my journal full

So that I, too, can play the bard

For now, we pilgrims, marked by mirrored loss

Claim solace in the shrine of your memory

For you are a monument of a man

And your gravity draws us still

Here, we cannot help but find repose

Despite our best efforts at despair

Together, we are wild with the passion of your life

We are witness to the undying of your light