Dedicated to my dear friend Soran Reader; Reader of Philosophy at Durham University. Soran, an inspiration, woman, mother, law graduate and best dinner guest you could hope for... ever. We welcomed a few new years together and made promises, some of which we decided to keep.
The Philosopher Sleeps
We intended silence only once
From lips that drip with truth,
Silence come only in death
Torn the first breath of youth.
Her mouth gave life to philosophy
Moved often and rocked me,
There were many blind moments
But more when I could really see.
The doors opened
Her voice tempering the change,
Nothing too cumbersome to understand
No task too impossible to arrange.
The philosopher loved talking
The philosopher is now sleeping,
I was touched by every word
I’m ill prepared for the loss for the weeping.
She stuck me with her awesome smile
She said enough in just one word,
To make more sense to me
Than the many talking taking... the absurd.
She warned of stupid men
She set her sails to be free,
She warned of actions that court harm
Expressed the pain of folly folly.
When I think of you I laugh
For all the smiles you made on my face,
I curled up with laugher
Every time you visited our place.
Let the philosopher sleep
It won't end the memories that I keep,
Soran may your energy in life be as beautiful
As the energy you use to sleep.