For Betty and Clarrie

Betty was in paradise -
a soft smile on her angel face
eyes closed - gently swaying
with every note and word,

      “It’s very clear, our love is here to stay, ”

but why had she come today of all days
without her man to share the dance?

Then the usher parted the ballroom doors
and a humble and cheerful man slipped inside
barely noticing the familiar lyric,

      “Not for a year, but ever and a day...”

Clarrie searched the room and found her
as he knew he would
then crossed to offer his hand
in invitation to the dance.
His bride rose in acceptance
and they glided across the floor
while saxes crooned over bass and brushes –
her head resting gently on his shoulder
where it will always remain.

      “The Rockies may crumble, Gibralter may tumble,
      they’re only made of clay…”

The usher lingered for a moment
to celebrate their reunion
then slipped away in a cloud
to return to his station
at the gateway to forever.

August, 2010

Falling hurts and everyone knows.
Falling just hurts and that's the way it goes.
"When you fall down the only way is up,
Because falling down is quick and getting up is tough"
So I listened to those words as I fell on the concrete
And again when I stumbled and tripped; not discrete.
When I tried to fall asleep with no luck at all,
I realized getting up is hard, but not as hard as the fall.
So when I fell in love, I expected nothing but pain
So I was shocked when the falling felt like something to gain.
Because the 'fall', to me, felt like more like a 'fly'
And getting up isn't tough when you're already in the sky.

I hope your light lasts forever,
Through your every endeavour  
Let it sink enemy ships,
Fuel the fire coming from your lips
Take you to infinity and beyond
My love, you're more than strong