Did the darkness smother your light?Sorry 'bout those old days where nothing was right,or was the daylight to bright for your soul?Were you always so consumed in the utter darkness you couldn't breathe in open spaces where a thousand with outreached hand try and touch you.Glory is your pride, self-indulgence,medicine is remedy,poison.Is poison so sweet,you can't taste the bitterness?Poison is death,slow death in a bottle. Is the needle hot enough?It just won't do...slendid is that cold hard liquor,find you slipping from our hands like a puff of summer wind.Where have you gone?No it was just fine,but still a time to short to savor...just a taste is all you have given to the Children of the Sun.Hazy eyed followers dust off the glass to peer through.
Good bye sweet prince,we all miss you.

Layla Gregory,October 8,1970(2009)