Oh he is my love....my sweetheart fair.... the starlight rests upon his hair... and whilst he sleeps his deathful rest... the moon doth blaze upon his crest... for all his friends remembers when... he walked with angels dark and grim... for he was light within a crowd... of dimly stars on heavens brow.... and while he lays within his grave, his memories sail on crescent waves... to lands off far and cities bright... you are forever my guiding light.......
a poem by sandra harvey