For The Phoenix - A Eulogy Poem by T J Morgan

The ashes lay cold and flat and undisturbed,
no glimmer, no glow
never to give shape again,
and the lonely dust settles and settles.

The chasm of pain and grief and hopelessness
yawns and opens wide,
and the silence echoes all about
with the sighs of lost times and moments.

A Man remembered and missed.
Guide and protector.
But no more will the walls call softly,
with the echo whispers from a friend.

Wings forever raised, head forever bowed,
rest well and rest deep,
and go foward with joy and pride.
It was an honour to have known you.