Nine years ago this month, a dear friend of mine passed of a sudden aneurysm. She was a lady of excellent worth, and though her heart joyed at the larceny of piracy, her actions were as chivalrous as any knight could hope to be.
It has been nine years, Shannon, but you are not forgotten.
Alas, sweet Shannon, I bid you farewell,
The time we spent as friends was far too brief.
Longer, I fear, will there be spent in grief
For one within whom chivalry did swell,
Whose smile and wit did many comforts lend,
And sadly, has reached a much too early end.
Your kindness will always be a treasured gift,
A memory of giving, of your most sharing soul;
When sorrows and troubles began to take their toll,
A thought of your presence would cause one’s heart to lift,.
Your charity of being, a port within the storm;
Sanctuary offered within your smile warm.
But now, it seems, your soul has heard the call;
The Sea of Mysteries beckons you, “Come!
Adventure, treasures of unearthly sum,
For you we wait, until you claim us all!”
And lo, the pirate’s blood within you wailed,
So seaward set you your ship and sailed.
And so, sweet lady, I pray your course be true,
That the winds of Time blow swiftly, to your gain.
Leave mortal life and all its earthly pain,
Let wondrous sights and mysteries ensue,
And mad adventure be your just reward
To live by compass, sail, and pirate’s sword.
One last request, and of the selfish sort:
When you plunder on that dreaming Sea
And all good things have come to thee,
Should you take liberty in a foreign port,
And see this poet standing, near the pier’s end,
I pray you will embrace me, and call me friend.