A single line stretched on endless waves. <br />This voice of gifts and endless days. <br />Minds were faster than bullets back then. <br />Like a painter to canvas, a writer to pen. <br />He came with wisdom and circles of friends. <br />Danced the dance of mutters and grins. <br />Gave us all diamonds and lust. <br />Lost his fans and lost his trust. <br />The sometimes charming and youthful face. <br />A prince of love songs with such beautiful taste. <br />Can you tell the albums apart? <br />Not for those with simple hearts. <br />This mind was one of genius and flaws. <br />Then again in our own minds, aren't we all? <br />A friend, a lover, a musician at heart. <br />Someone who passed when he had done his part. <br />Colors transend with a voice that calls. <br />To be a king among corperate castle walls. <br />He did not give in to fame and forsight. <br />His was a true musicians fight. <br />And when it was said and all had been done. <br />All those around him remembered the fun. <br />The times, the people, the voice and the plea. <br />There will never be another Tim Buckley.<br /><br />Gulliver Gimble<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/tim-buckley/
