Impermanent thoughts
Described him best
Here one moment
And gone the next
He had a way with words
Like a swordsman but not
He wove them with his voice
Into crystal beings
His words stood up
And walked on their own
Just like yesterday
Like a whisper
Gone to the winds
If you heed it not
He was a man of many words
But only spoke when spoken to
Like a forgotten thought
He lingered on
The edge of your mind
You knew him
Loved him deeply
But he was a fleeting thought
Never yours to be tied down
By wants or love of any sort
He moved like the wind
Swiftly
Yet calmly he walked on
And just like a zephyr
He would move on
Impermanent in his existence
Like a flame
Put out before too long