For Keith Reid

Your final light fandango has played
pungent cigarettes that once stained the air
in mouths of multilingual girls long gone.
A new ending to a time dreams were made
by poets and young dreamers who dared
transcend time with art that lingers on.
Swinging London,the sixties still echoes
in Procol Harums's Whiter Shade Of Pale
Keith Reid's riddle of false moves set to rhyme
fanciful and surreal, each second shows
the touch of a master as each word sails.
Later he turned craftsman, yet still sublime
now he has died, but what artist does
leaving us great works so adored and loved.