You were my heart
of hearts
The blood of my
blood
that ran through
my veins
my leader and my
teacher
my happiness and
pain
Several
times I looked to you
To see what I
would be
The roots of my
tree
The trunk to my
branches and leaves
You were the wind
And I‘m just the
rustle
A faint echo
Of your hustle
and bustle
You were most
precious
And my moving
power
The force that
affected my being
A tower, a beacon
of light
For my eyes
The light grew too
bright
It blinded my
sight
And now I will
never see it again
My very beginning
has met its own end.
