Might play along the
Roadside
Tonight
Splish splash
In puddle dumb
Wet halfway up me ***
And get a child's
Wisdom
Once more,
To dare the cars to slow down
And not listen
To the dire warnings,
Just be

Welcome back,
HP!

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

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.

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.

Anytime
In my life
I awaited
For involvement
In haste wasting
Time not grasping it
I apologize.
Now in my
Looking back
I see.

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.