He saw beyond our earthly cares,
and took with imagined wings;
Rising to the sky to sing
of Infinity - Earth and Sky.
He careened amongst the stars,
from the confines of his talking chair,
to far flung blackened holes where he’d roam,
to solve the mystery’s of this Life,
and share with happy prose, his loves and life and hopes.
And now into the swirling mists of Time he’s passed,
all cares and woe behind,
and see at last, all things unknown to us,
In the sanctity of his great mind.
For Stephen Hawking