Dear doomsday

It is 10 years ago almost 

to the day today 

You died my Aussie poet!

Sending me a feeling 

From afar - are you?

It was never ment to be

You and I

But your letters - beauties

To receive to read

To behold to burn

In my memory’s lane

They are there - sad Joel!

You were never truly

À contented consciously

Happy wholesome man.

Could I have made

You the poet person 

You wanted to become?

- I think not -

You were much better off 

With your raging redhead

And she loved you -

Could not reach you

Completely and

Dreamer that you were

You must have kept

Me in a quiet corner

Of your poetic pathway!

Because I know

You are still with me

Today your presence

Is so strong

I had to write about

Our dear domesday 

When you ceased

To breathe and birthe!

the Aussie dreaming

part of my youthful brain

thank you for reminding 

Me that you and I 

Have an unbroken light

Rekindling forever

Or at least until

I stop living as well!