Authors Note - It was 12 years ago, that on this day someone very special was taken from us. Even though I would have only been 4 at the time and have since only discovered this person's beauty and talents a couple of years ago, he has had such an everlasting effect on me that no one else has. This is my tribute to River Phoenix. One who has touched us all in his own way.

My Own Private Tribute

Your hair – as wild as the wind

as rippling as the water.

Your eyes – all-seeing, tired, like that of

some one who has seen too much.

Your nose – slender and bridged,

longing to be touched playfully.

Your lips – gentle and sweet, captured by

many, but held by few.

Your mind – enchanting and free,

and always tempting.

Your self – Beautiful.


A.N. You may call it amateurish. You may call it weak. You can call it whatever you want. Because this is my own private tribute.