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Aug. 8th (?) 1995 to June 12, 2000 to?
You could
run,
Feet flying
Above the ground
A streak of grey
And black lightning.
We would wrestle,
Your face a mask
Of some were-creature,
Exuding fierceness:
Your fangs and
Claws would never
Hurt me.
We could nestle
Like lovers,
Your chin so
Innocently perched
On my throat,
You body radiating
A light that
Kept me warm.
You've ascended
To be in the Energy
Never again to incarnate.
One with the universe
Waiting for me.
You are my best friend.
-Jack Wada
June 14, 2000
When I die,
I will soar with angels,
And when I die to the angels,
What I shall become
You cannot imagine.
-Jalaluddin Rumi