To Henry Axelvall (1920-2009)

My grandfather loved the moon very much
Always looked at it
Talked about it
Felt its powers
Somewhat appropriately he passed away on a clear night
With a full moon
(It was March 10th 2009)
He died not far from where he was born
In southern Sweden
I was in Los Angeles at the time
The same moon lit up my clear night
Bright and perfectly round
His chose or not
Leaving at this particular time
At the end of the lunar cycle
Gives me a very clear visual
I remember and we talk
Twelve times a year
I travel a lot
Things change
But the moon remains
I see that full moon
And I thank my grandfather
Thirty-seven years of unconditional love
He’s my man in the moon

Love, Jörgen Axelvall