Oh Captain, Our Captain


The darkness it was silent

No brightness filled the room

Until a Tiny Glimmer

Raised up its face from gloom.

It sparked and then it fired up

A flash of light it made

Until that Tiny Glimmer

Blew out the grimmest shade.

A laugh was heard from far away

A chuckle too was lit

And then that Tiny Glimmer

It had a firey fit.

The fire ignited everywhere

But nothing felt a burn

Because that Tiny Glimmer

Was gentle at each turn.

The laughter it continued

Respect and love was shared

That Tiny Glimmer was no more

A flame instead it bared.

And everyone sat in It’s glow

The warmth of funny tears

That Flame threw open solid doors

Annihilated fears.

The joy, the crazy, all at once

Side-splitting cheerful glee

That Flame we all partook it there

From him, her, you and me.

But then something did happen

A spark again was seen

The Flame it dwindled down a bit

The laughter became lean.

And then the Flame did not exist

The light did fizzle out

That Tiny Glimmer was no more

And everyone would shout,

“What happened to our Glimmer?

Who took the light away?

The warmth its gone, we feel the cold

What is there left to say?”

So sadly now we sit here

No laughter, crazy fun

Our dearest Friend has gone from us

The Tiny Glimmer’s done.

But memories will hold us

‘Oh Captain Sir,” declared

The films, the chats, the joy He brought

Live on in us who shared.

In Memory of the Great Mr. Robin Williams who passed away Aug. 11, 2014.

peekiequeen poetry, copyright Wednesday, August 13, 2014