I longed to open then my sealed eyes,
        And tell them of the glory that was mine.
        There was no darkness where my spirit flew,
        There was no night beyond the teeming world.
        There April was like Winter where I roamed;
        Their flowers were like stones where now I fared.
        Earth’s day! It was as if I had not known
        What sunlight ment! . . . Yea, even as they grieved
        For all that I had lost in their pale place,
        I swung beyond the borders of the sky,
        And floated through the clouds, myself the air,
        Myself the ether, yet a matchless being
        Whom God had snatched from penury and pain
        To draw across the barricades of heaven.
        I clomb beyond the sun, beyond the moon;
        In flight on flight I touched the highest star;
        I plunged to regions where the spring is born,
        Myself (I asked not how) the April wind,
        Myself the elements that are of God.
        Up flowery stairways of eternity
        I whirled in wonder and untrammeled joy,
        An atom, yet a portion of His dream-
        His dream that knows no end…
        I was the rain,
        I was the dawn, I was the purple east,
        I was the moonlight on enchanted nights,
        (Yet time was lost to me); I was a flower
        For one to pluck who loved me; I was bliss,
        And rapture, splendid moments of delight;
        And I was prayer, and solitude, and hope;
        And always, always, always I was Love.
        I tore asunder flimsy doors of time,
        And through the windows of my soul’s new sight
        I saw beyond the ultimate bounds of space.
        I was all things that I had loved on earth –
        The very moonbeam in that quiet room,
        The very sunlight one had dreamed I lost,
        The soul of the returning April grass,
        The spirit of the evening and the dawn,
        The perfume in unnumbered hawthorn blooms.
        There was no shadow on my perfect peace,
        No knowledge that was hidden from my heart.
        I learned what music means; I read the years;
        I found where rainbows hide, where tears begin;
        I trod the precincts of things yet unborn.
        Yea, while I found all wisdom (being dead),
        They grieved for me... I should have grieved for them!

hdwildchild2003:

To a good friend I had not met,

To leave so soon, To my regret

I was new in the room, He played some great jams,

We had some laughs, I called him my friend.

His smile was contagious,

His wit, happy and clear

His voice lent comfort,

His heart was sincere

In our memories, He will remain,

And in the hearts of MC-1, He will live in fame

Vid we called him, Steve was his name.

We Love You Brother

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