rest easily bro...we will all miss you!

As I stand on a mountaintop,
The great bird approaches.
He is small in my sight
But grows larger as he nears
Until I am blessed with the full sight
Of his graceful wings,
Proud countenance, strength, and good company.
All too quickly he grows small again
On the horizon
And disappears from view.
And I call out,
“There! He’s gone.”
But gone from where?
Gone from my sight is all.
He is just as large in spirit and might
As when he left my side.
His diminished size is in me –
Not him.
But there are other mountains beyond me,
And at the precise moment when I note the great bird's
Departure from my view,
I know there are new eyes taking up the sight of him
And fresh voices calling out
"Here he comes!"

We miss you already.

You're stardust, now. Damn and praise you for knowing.
I'll read your words in your stead...and miss you.
I haven't stopped, I said I would, but I haven't.
You stayed what you were and are right through your exit.