He Was
Prologue:
He was that cool breeze coming in the window at summer's end.
He was the spark that ignited the raging flames that still burn.
He was the light that could be found even in the last breath.
He was never too proud to be consummately impressed.
He was the bitterness in an ever pending goodbye.
He was happy in the pouring rain and blazing sun.
He was the boy who never wanted to grow up.
He was the meaning of the word rebellion.
He was as constant as the ocean's tides.
He was that ever resounding laughter.
He was a free spirit ever in bloom.
He was in love with the world.
He was the whispering night.
He was a brother by oath.
He was her life.
He was.