Gordon, Oh Gordon,
You make me smile
at break of day
when sun rises
and birds fly.

Gordon, Dear Gordon,
Thy vinyl Frisbee
turns back a time
where simple melody
makes heart sing.

When sadness comes
I recall I be not alone
with caravan of guides
saying in gentle breeze…
“I’m beautiful, I’m beautiful.”

Gordon, Sweet Gordon,
Your words match my truth.
as guitars melody plays
cross and into ears divinely.

You gifted me song,
that echoes throughout lifetime.
tickling senses pulsations.
And it shall be the fuel
as life chapter ends
to carry my beautiful soul home.