He gave us beauty and truth, all
we ever need to know about
love, loathing, delight, guilt, faith, doubt,
madness, and cruel lonliness.
Golden, dark-eyed, robust, and pale –
hero, villain, and mystery –
shy, brash, he compelled us to see
poignance in pain left unexpressed.
Raw and tender, animated
or still, he was a child grown old
with understanding – died asleep.
Heath was a gift we couldn’t keep.