The Great Soul Glows from the Body Electric

Who could hold the wings of these wingless butterflies?

As they flutter through the air to Great Souls unknown,

When the words ceased in that long ago,

We knew that everyday begins another year,

And every word you wrote begins another tear.
Through wars and peaces yet unknown
We feel the rocks beneath this water,
With feet that once walked across your friends
Now floating in the air and in the deep.
O Walt, my Walt! You sing today across the wires.
O Walt, my Walt! Your body lays upon my desktop
Full of life for all the cheers where my screen is docked.

Copyright © 2012 by Barry G. Wick