And old man with his wooden cane hobbles
Along to the park..
The excited glees of children swinging on a tire
Suspended from a venerable oak tree echoes
In morning sun
A preacher delivers a somber eulogy to the
Dearly departed
And every professor has given his students
Pause to think
In these multi-faceted intrusions
Of human life we connect with our own salvation
Perhaps a rusty old mailbox or puddles in the rain
Might awaken within us some vestige of paradise
Lost
Yet the future does not yield its secrets so easily
And every sunrise teases us with a taste of worlds
Unimaginable
The kiss of the mouth, the firm breasts against my
Chest are but shadows of things to come
But life's energy permits me to breathe common
Air mixed with soulful magic and if I were asked
To make a record of such wonders I can only
Imagine a city on a hill and mansions filled with
People in love
And it would be in that time when the child and
The man in me could finally say when night turns
Into eternal day..
I would reach out and whisper to your ears
I whisper these words..'Lovely to see you again
My friend.'