For Wil

A poem in memory of a great poet and friend, Wilmer Mills.

Lift me skyward, where I may reach heaven.

Earthbound limits threaten future solace.

Raise me to the place where joy bells deafen.

Heaven I thrive to reach--Earth is hopeless.


Alight! Rejoice!

Chains no longer bind

To weary limbs

Now free.


Loss will lighten over every new year.

My song will ring throughout the hearts I hold.

Laugh now--weep not. Time is passing swiftly.

Lift me skyward, where I may reach heaven.

The End

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