A staff and lantern he did hold,
To show the way, to shelter from cold.
Travelling secret corners of the earth,
Their mysteries revealed despite his mirth.
I lost him, he did not grow old.
He walked a lonely path,
Eternal autumn, an aftermath.
Of a life not yet begun,
He was a hero, for me unsung.
My way and his, our joy and wrath
The darkness illuminated by his light,
With him my life did feel alright.
His gentle, understated love,
A hidden sign, of peace, a dove.
Extinguished in the night