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The shape of your face, nostrils flaring to indicate a moment of passion - whether it was anger or righteous indignation or deep, impenetrable love or a sudden enlightenment of spirit, you lifted your face up to the wind and breathed in life, for as long as you could, as hard as you could, as hard as you could you drummed, you sang, you loved, you partied, you fell, you rose, you raged, you supported, you worked, you studied, you spoke, you cried, you roared...
now as hard as you can
you finally rest
i called you "henny," and you said your grandma was the only other person who called you that, i called you that when you put your arms around me, and made me feel safe in their expanse, and my own weariness magically transformed by the sound of your heartbeat, and your strong but soft presence...
then suddenly taken to a place of fear when your anger erupted...
knowing all of your passions ran swiftly from the same source.
my love for you goes on and on, i hear your voice, see you in my dreams, call to you when life feels like agony, "Have peace henry, Your love set me Free," and now I can share one of your poems to the world, because I have been loved to the fullest dimension - and I can say for certain that someone would have given me the world.
Missing you every second of every hour....
You would've been 40 today...
Happy birthday Henny
It's all About You
By Henry Moses
Your smile is like the sun on my face
Your light filled my empty space
Before you all my songs were blue
Fill my cup just to talk to you
Didn't know what to believe
But suddenly I came to see
I wondered if it's meant to be
Through your eyes the Goddess spoke to me
When I think about love I think about you
When I think about tenderness I think about you
You lit the fire in my soul
My feel for you is a heavy load
That's what I think about you
It's all about you
It's all about you
When the night's cool and clear
Oh my love I need you near
We come together with the thundering rain
Make me want to forget my pain
In this life none like thee
Your love and beauty overwhelm me
The smell of you fills my head
Gazing at you my passion's fed
When I think about love I think about you
When I think about tenderness I think about you
You lit the fire in my soul
My feel for you is a heavy load
That's what I think about you
It's all about you
It's all about you
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I really miss Henry. I think about him every time I play my drums. This summer will be very hard without him by my side. Happy B-day Henry.
Love,
Novie
Henry and I were friends who lost each other in the sea of "movements" that is Washington. I recall the joy you both shared. Happy Birthday Henry!
From Larry Smoot.
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