Goodbye for now JC
IN MEMORY OF
Where does the sun go on a dark and stormy day?
Does the moon always follow when the light fades away?
Is an image left behind of the sights and sounds we loved?
Do they swiftly slip away as the flight of mourning doves?
Are memories all heart locked not recalled at every whim?
Or do they come on quickly when an eye is wet and dim?
Can you ever see a tumbling stream aglow at dawns arise?
And will it bring visions of the one standing by your side?
Embedded deep in mossy creek do thoughts still linger on?
Will time erase the hearts lament instead with rivers song?
Will you recall the man we all called JC, Castwell or Him?
Maybe he'd like it better if we just said," See you later Jim."
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