A/N: So I see that I have decided to write something, and a poem as that.
Um how curious.how very curious .Ah well, this is something rather quick
and nothing much special, only it is rather personal and after the events
on the fifth harry potter book, then I guess this is for the ones that were
hurt the most by the death of Sirius Black.
This is dedicated to Snuffles_Padfoot. I share your suffering my friend.
A Poem for the Soul

Gone he is though, in the wind I hear his voice
When the world turns out cold.
Whispering words of advice
His face I can't recall

He is still there
I know he watches
He doesn't do anything
Does he has forgotten?

In the mist I can listen
In the shore the waves crash
I can almost hear his laughter
Maybe he is still at heart

His features dissolve into thoughts
I try to keep them close
But he disappears
Why doesn't he faught?

I miss the only one
The only father
The only brother
The only one I ever had
He is still at large, though he isn't near enough

He is gone
And I only wish he wasn't
Though in the shore the waves crash
I can almost feel his presence

Another night
Another nightmare
I hoped it was only a dream
But reality chose it wasn't

I miss him more everyday
Every week I fight to live
I wish I didn't have to say this
But deep down I'm afraid

Is he gone forever?
There are voices on the other side
Maybe if I just move the veil
I can look fro him inside

Live, breath, and fight
I live for his memories
Try not to coward
I remember his bravery

I stand still
In the shore the waves crash
I'm most sure that is his voice
His laughter doesn't subside

He is near me now
He hasn't leave
He stands by me
As in the shore the waves crash
Remember Sirius Black