In shadows cast by fleeting time,
John Elia walked a path unknown,
With words that danced and thoughts that climbed,
He carved his name in verses sown.

A heart that bore the weight of dreams,
In solitude, his soul would roam,
Among the echoes of silent screams,
He found his solace far from home.

The world he painted, rich and vast,
With sorrow’s brush and laughter’s hue,
Each line a whisper to the past,
Each stanza spoke of visions true.

Yet through the darkness, light would break,
A beacon in the poet’s night,
John Elia’s life, a fiery wake,
A testament to endless flight.