It has been some 30 years now Sir, since you left us.
The days have marched and stumbled by,
Some filled with you and what you gave us,
Others, many others , without your cadence.
As time passes,
I yearn to bring to all this world,
What you were and what you are,
But i fear that i will die before i do.
That i will die, before i tell this writhing world,
There lived a man cloaked in meaning,
Who moved like the stir of leaves,
And spoke as their sighing.
A man who broke the boundaries of being man,
Who left the human husk,
And kept vigil with the stars,
Swayed with the deep,
And sifted with the sands.
A man, alive with magic,
Who ordered the world and our minds,
Who bade time stand still and it did,
Who brightened light with his presence.
That i will die before i tell
Of gentleness that wrung the heart
Of courage that enlarged it,
Of brilliance that bedazzled mind,
And realness that becalmed it.
That i will die and billions never know,
There was a man,
Like the sun,
Some 30 years ago.