I shall walk in the Sun above, Whose golden light you loved. I shall sleep alone and, stirring, touch an empty place. I shall write uninterrupted. Would that your gentle paw could stir my moving pen just once again. I shall see beauty, but none to match your living grace. I shall hear music, but none so sweet as the droning song with which you loved me. I shall fill my days, but I shall not, can not, forget. Sleep soft dear friend, for while I live You shall not die." Michael Joseph