For Paul We must forget the sea, the sails hushed like stars, the long forged path forgotten, the snows of years left on waves tolling like bells no one hears except the night. The wounds from old battles turn red as the sunset, the horizon a waterfall where days turn to shadow shall plunge the boat to a floor of scattered stars. With each revolution, the seasons remind the ice from graves to lift its veil and walk with the sun to the edge of the world. Here I shall see you evermore through the keyhole of heaven where time…