In the distance 
I see lights
glowing twinkling showing 
those beneath closer
what to see
but anything beyond 
is lost forever 
then I turn 
and look down 
seeing your eyes 
looking at me 
and I wonder 
if they are 
the same as
those far off 
for their light 
draws my gaze
lower lower still 
until you disappear 

It’s hard to describe 
what has happened actually 
it’s so many things 
one laid one against 
the next that I 
when looking back see
and now looking forward 
also see I guess 
that what has happened 
is that I got 
nothing more nothing less 
than just I got 
to where I’m going 

Candles are lit
coffee is made
music is playing 
cream and sugar 
added and stirred 
now I wait
like a book
about to read 
mystery to tell 
oh such secrets 
of magical adventures 
when I hear
that familiar creak
that quiet walk
there you are 
and this morning 
has just begun 

And like finger 
to key I
tap my song 
on your ribs
a sweet melody 
of calm whereas
before it was 
the tympani thumping 
so loud that 
I could feel 
its own rhythm 
in my chest 
but now in
this calm I
hear the giggle 
of each delicate 
note I play 

Wisdom is a
brook in which
one can when 
found dip hands
in and drink 
at first cold 
and then moist 
it gives life
wisdom is like 
the water itself 
only a reflection 
of what’s been 
and by virtue 
of its movement 
is never there
long enough to 
pool for a 
pool is life’s 
end quietly languid