The night goes by cheeky as a winter freeze .
You sit in your armchair , rocking your saul off into space .A timeless illusion.
You sit staring iddly at an empty star , wondering were God left his shoes.

Your short life achoing deep into space.A lonely space.
Tightening your grip onto your chair , forcing the body to stay strong.
But the spirit it falling off you.
Answering to songs afair .
Your place in the stars is ready .

Dissapear into it and rest calmly.
Your an ore ,set alight , beaming in star dust.
And we here on earth will hold onto your teachings.
It breaks our hearts to see you embrace death.
Go well Oupa.