Solemn Bay

Salutations, my dear friend

Your ride is here

Sail to the shores afar; in flight

Surrender to your senses, my fallen mate

I cried your name on that day of mourning

But malady grabbed you at solemn bay

The lines on your hand scattered in tandem

Your fate weaved a spider’s web

Now I stand at the altar of morning’s light

To see you fly; cut through the sky

Where I hope to see you again; so soon

My dear friend; you departed too soon