Save a Seat for me in Heaven..
Every now and then I look up and I know you’re looking down and smiling,
showing those big teeth of yours,
tapping me on the back,
calling me by my nickname,
You taught me, if you really love you should let go…
Ironic…But I can’t let go..
We heard you left happy..
We said we will reunite, ten years after.. All of us..
At our little green table…
So save a seat for me in heaven, my friend..
Borrowed from Jane Austen and Wystan Hugh Auden’s:
“…You tell me of his enormous capacity for joy. When joyful, when joyful for highly vocal drunkenness. But joyful is how I hope you'll remember him. Not stuck in a box and reduced to gray clay...”
"Stop all the clocks,
cut off the telephone.
Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone.
Silence the pianos and with muffled drum,
Bring out the coffin...
let the mourners come.
Let aeroplanes circle,
Scribbling on the sky the message:
He is Dead.
Put crepe bows 'round the necks of public doves,
Let traffic policemen wear black, cotton gloves.
He was my North, my South, my East, my West.
My working week and my Sunday rest.
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song,
I thought love would last forever: I was wrong.
The stars are not wanted now,
put out every one.
Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun.
Pour out the ocean and sweep up the wood,
For nothing now can ever come to any good."
We love you and always will...
Picture: Woods Hole, 2004