Once Sight - Poem

Maybe it was a moonless night

With his sight

On me with a light

Maybe I need to hold his hand tightly

With his Kada he protects me

Hey dark you may flee

It was me and him

In the brightest memory of we

Now I am just away from him

Like an eagle in the sky drifting in the breeze

Maybe the same water that comes from the ocean becomes - rain

I still would remember these in my dead bed