A Poem to K
So Nearly There
Painted man, upon your skin
Danced pictures of your coloured past
Hard on the outside, sweet within
Through storm and sunshine you held fast
To love of friends and hope of light
Knowing of a better way
Trusting the morn to follow night
And hands to wipe your tears away
You were like us, both good and bad
Made of joy and painful things
Like all of us, we knew you had
Both devil’s horns and angel’s wings
So many words are left unsaid
Your life a short unfinished prayer
For happiness and your own bed
So nearly there, so nearly there
anonymous April 2015