I sing a song. I dream of dreams. I write of memories.
I whisper of our laughter eternal.
Tears still flow on a travel without you.
To a King, I lost a friend, to eternity- a brother.
In my every waking comes your thought; and with every breath-your absence.
Wherever your steps led, I'll follow in this dance of life.
The night may fly with these moments but it doesn't stop the flame of pain burning within.
Wherever you may be, let this wind carry my message.
You are truly missed and I hope it's loud enough to resound in the afterlife.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem