CHAPTER 14 (
tribute to a friend)

Standing before the view port was a man shadow bent.
Gazing upon starfields from which he had been sent.
Remembrances flashed sight and clashed sound.
Myriads of life forms playing in memory abound.
Among ghosts too many, friends living few.
One brother refreshes each day life anew.
As time weathers against ever on mind.
One stands next by in kin and bind.
The Dolanmeister Mike.
My friend. I like.
Ever again.
Amen.