Sylk.
His trot like running water. Like silk rolling off a skein.
Adventurer. Happy wanderer.
Gracious host. There to meet friends at the
gate and to genially escort us. "This is my
home-you are welcome here."
Patrician profile. Sits with back to you, then
turns, head in silhouette, a classic sculpture,or a
head minted on a coin.
Sylk.
Color of champagne. Of wind blowing through
wheat.
Brave. The Come-Back Kid. He gave us, for as
long as he could, the gift of one more day.
Sylk.
Gentleman. Gentle man.
Friend.
Poem written by Nancy Parsons- a dear friend.
Rataki Intala Sylkhan
May 11, 1986-October 18, 2000
Run free, dear Sylk.
You're in our hearts forever.
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