Missing
are the words
to properly send forth
into the beyond,  the abyss,
The netherworld , your soul,
Sweetness,
Be they lost or never thought
of,  absent from the tableau,
any kind remiss,
which mortal souls,
besides the Bard,
have no words for,
are what
I wished to write down,
as your fitting
Eulogy.
But
I have not words
For.
Lie in peace.
Dear.

For it has been
Time,
Who's sudden coincidences,
Her glaring indifferences,
Which in the grand
Model count seconds
As the smallest
Increment,
Has failed to account,
Whether by years or
Decades, centuries,
All history,
That the perception
Of reality,
Is always
Late.

What night
Has the day worked long
And hard for
To bring the sparkly sky
A rest
In glory?

Many the circles go
     Round in perpetuity

        All the universes players
               Are why?

How sound a design
      With riddles
           Equationed

                Such as pi

Going on into eternity
          Eyes the nuclei
                 Spin

             And begin
                     It did
                         Always will

Why

             Leading to more and
                     And deeper questions
                           A circle hence
            
And one day
                 The beginning found in
                            the End

It's dark
Some urge is building up
TVs on background
DVD I've seen
A thousand times

Silence is death
When clothed by walls
When spider webs on plaster
Are the limbs
When carpet is your forest
Lawn

Ten thousand
Seconds or more
I take a breath
My mind hearing
My heartbeats
Boredom

Memories
I try to bend
Refresh as before
With dim
Eyes old
And sore

I need the gardens glen
The red of roses
Yellow of dawn
Her kiss
And more

I yearn to
****** her with my words
And all I do
Is sound
Forlorn

Not is the dark
My lonely
Tale
I leave you
To

Your own
Refrain

We are
      The epitome my dear,
In our dancing throes
           To Ravel's
          Bolero.
The lead
         We share
In giving taking the
           Best of love,
         Breathtaking.
Up there
        Our shine is known,
           Among all of the gods
      As proofs mere mortals
            Can compose
As well
        As any immortal does,
          With grace with
        Love,
            With unworldly
          Repose,
The touch of Gods
     And Angel's daring breath
             Unknown to
               Earthly man.
Come here to dine and feast
          Lovers there,
      you have reached
              That peak,
                   That pinnacle,
     Of ecstasy
Only gods have  
                Known.