His face grew cold, his bones were old.
His story was timeless, it deserved to be told.
Sit with him, pray to God – “Wait.
Let him gather his memories, from each a lesson can be made.”
Say “Goodbye” – for a first, for a last,
Try and blame time, who took a hero too fast.
Laying outside, in the light of the moon.
I still see him in starts that explode too soon.
Words Of Birds 
beautiful writing