On to the Emerald Eden of Oz
With none other than the man himself.
He dances his way through the darkness
into the light separating from the flesh and marrow.
Find him in the stars guided by none other
than He who he finds most pleasing to his mind.
We shall miss him, and remember it all
As we burn the days away as a candle's wick.
And from this madness will we learn a great many
things, all which we hope help align us to him.
But he moves with grace, mistakes of course
Dying as he lived, in the warm embrace of unconditional love nonetheless.
And yet his death was nothing but grace,
warm and peaceful, nothing could have been better.
Comedy alighted the room, giving all hope
in the eyes of Death's hand, leaving the world better than it once was.
We shall have hard times aplenty,
wondering where we will turn next.
And in our eyes, in our hearts, he will always exist,
Our love for him is eternal, and he will be eternally missed.