With trembling footsteps I walk in silence.
Looking out on the vastness of the world.
Swept up in the vision of another.
As faces, and places leapt from the page.
Mind full of images and colors and life.
I walked then among the giants.
Felt the dragon’s fire.
Delved deep into the darkness.
Wept by funeral pyre.
Watched once more as the sun rose.
On a world more empty.
Once he has gone.
In honor of Keith Parkinson, maker of dreams.
Looking out on the vastness of the world.
Swept up in the vision of another.
As faces, and places leapt from the page.
Mind full of images and colors and life.
I walked then among the giants.
Felt the dragon’s fire.
Delved deep into the darkness.
Wept by funeral pyre.
Watched once more as the sun rose.
On a world more empty.
Once he has gone.
In honor of Keith Parkinson, maker of dreams.
