Days of Seasons of Days

One of your friends has died
After a long journey.
He never brought any Ring to
Mount Doom,
But he did open your heart for you.
That is enough.
Today is the last day, after which
Sunrise will draw the ocean.
The dead one will be remembered
In all the ways you do that,
Until it’s done,
And it is the last day.
Then you don’t need to
Pine away the forest
In a world of leaves,
No matter what the season,
For the season is itself
Days and days and days,
Each one the last
Each one the first
And each one between
Days of seasons of days.
In the hour of our passing,
Like days to days,
We will navigate the night-time
With the vessel of our
Heart-open attention
To the shifting of the seasons.