Oliver Horton

You are neither here, nor gone

Ever present in your absence

Close despite the unfathomable depth of distance

Between us

Warm to the touch that cannot feel.

You are somewhere in between

In a liminal space

Never lost, instinctively found

In thought

Unseen, but ever visible.

You are not of this place

But you are not far.

You are of me

And I of you.

Always.

The world moves on,

Ageing all around us.

You remain fixed in time -

Unchanged and unchanging.

Eternally young.

A frozen flame.

Our love keeps you alight,

As you lit our lives.

Der Tag liegt jeden Morgen wie ein frisches Hemd auf unserm Bett; dies unvergleichlich feine, unvergleichlich dichte Gewebe reinlicher Weissagung sitzt uns wie angegossen. Das Glück der nächsten vierundzwanzig Stunden hängt daran, dass wir es im Erwachen aufzugreifen wissen.

Walter Benjamin: Einbahnstraße

Oliver

Upon the road to nowhere he has walked beyond our horizon.
We cannot see him where he is, but we see where he has been.
His footsteps left impressions on our hearts, in our minds.

Exuberant. Attentive. Driven.
Sharp and Smart and Focused.

He has walked further into darkness than we have yet to venture,
But we still see his light behind our eyes.

(Gedicht von John Valencia de Valence, mit dem Oliver während seines Auslandssemesters in Cornwall an einem Projekt arbeitete)