I see the stars around your name
And I hope you're holy
Your black and white face in the sky
And the voice of your poetry book.
I remember 3H power ( hands, head and heart)
And I also remember
Guitar of 1934
And your improvisation
I hope you're holy.
I remember people -
Poets, artists, musicians and people you love
And you lost
And the bliss you had found.
I remember your way to glory,
Your faith
And sublimation,
Your nature
And sincerity,
Horses, and the fields in your eyes,
And feathers in yours pigtails,
Your sacrifices in the holy name of art,
The wild spirit you pass on to yours children,
Yours dedications
And yours losts.
I remember the eidolon of century
You came from,
Your origination,
Your Indian contour,
And the gift you retrieved.
AndI remember the great words
That everything is holy in the world
And you
Because you're inspired.