A long time lurker on this site,
I share in all your grief,
And whilst I post these poems tonight,
The act brings no relief.

I can't believe the man has gone,
The man we worshipped so.
I pray the Org goes on and on,
In joy, in love, in woe -

It surely would have been his hope
We still embrace his work,
And find it in our hearts to cope,
Both those who post, who lurk.

My tears have stopped, the well ran dry,
Was for a time a hole.
My love for him now fills it high,
He stored it in my soul.

I hope your love for him will bring
You closer over time
To what in you can dance and sing.
He'd find that quite sublime.

xx

The Most Beautiful Man In The World

The camera had a duty,
A sacred obligation,
To document the beauty
Of this glorious creation.

Being thus anointed
To a task divine,
It never disappointed
In its efforts to enshrine

As well it could an essence,
An elegance made flesh.
Each moment in his presence,
Every time it clicked afresh

The camera gave us what we craved.
And now we have the one
Forever, precious, to be saved:
Him cycling in the sun.