Dear Poet (On the Passing of Bill Withers)

Oh lovely poet's window eye

Who's verbal prism made us sigh;

A maple tap upon the soul

Sweetly sung to make us whole,

Sonorously soothing melodic sound

Your beacon voice warm and round

Expressed a melancholy deep and blue

Made hopeful by its finding you - 

Well now your time has come to leave

And I can scarcely bare to grieve. 

You left no room for mournful strife,

Dear Poet, your legacy is life...

Soundcloud Audio: Dear Poet (On the Passing of Bill Withers) by C. Gavin Skeen