March 16, 2009
remembering john
Today is the anniversary of young boy's death. A boy I loved.
My friend Madeline's younger brother, John Lewis.
When someone dies young, there's nothing you can say.
He died too young? I think we all know that.
He will be missed? John is more than missed. A life so beautiful and unfulfilled haunts us all.
He's in a better place? I still wish he was here.
There's nothing you can say, except I remember …
Some say love, it is a river
that drowns the tender reed.
Some say love, it is a razor
that leaves your soul to bleed.
Some say love, it is a hunger,
an endless aching need.
I say love, it is a flower,
and you its only seed.
It's the heart afraid of breaking
that never learns to dance.
It's the dream afraid of waking
that never takes a chance.
It's the one who won't be taken
who cannot seem to give.
And the soul afraid of dying
that never learns to live.
When the night has been too lonely
and the road has been too long,
and you think that love is only
for the lucky and the strong,
just remember in the winter
far beneath the bitter snows,
lies the seed that with the sun's love,
in the spring becomes the rose.
- "The Rose," Bette Midler
I remember.
susan said:
To John Lewis…a beautiful person…and a beautiful remembrance..
in our hearts…
How beautifully you use words and lyrics