Early October
Won't remember
Your interment

Above your grave
I say
Hello

To you
Lou
I love you

I tried
To say Goodbye
But there's tears in my eyes

The wind in the forest
Like an artist
Plucks a leaf from a tree
Like a classical guitarist

will we stay fossils in our
graves
or continue as Apostles in the Acts to be saved?

the first faith is the
clearest
sometimes we see better afar than nearest

The autumnal equinox
Clock
Plays a slower music box

The browns, reds, golds
Bends, crumbles and folds
On nature's debris road

While a frosty moon
Fills up a child's room
Like a huge balloon

After we rose from the hearses

We rode white horses

And wrote forgiving verses

There you are a dove
Risen to heavens eternal
Stardom of Love

A father with the Father
Eternal, complete
Walking with new feet

Your worst day made
Perfect
In heaven's eternal convent

The mist
Presses
On my chest
Like omnipotence
While I'm a blank thesis
With a flimsy existence