If I were Will I’d fix all the holes in your old canoe
Hold your shadowy soul to the light of the moon
Like a child with a treasure map tea stained and torn
And the treasure those cheshire cat grins that we wore

Your race is run
Soldier of the sun
Feathers burned
Bright for everyone

Now you live in what grows from the forest floor
A fern a closed fist holding onto your
Star scattered dreams and your poetry
lost in a foxglove, a bumblebee

Your race is run
Soldier of the sun
Feathers burned
Bright for everyone

So float where smoke rings are spiralling
Swim with the wake water rippling
And know you’re carried in our hearts forevermore