Author, Computer Scientist, Musician, and Photographer
We will twinkle when we are in our twilight years,
Just imagine all the things we shall see and hear,
Wrapped in a celestial quilt I’ll hold you near,
And whisper in your ear, “You look dazzling, my dear.”
We will be as colorful as our sunset years,
We still keep all of the laughter and in good cheer,
When the darkest hours upon us there is not fear,
Even the reaper will cry for us twilit tears.
Two dragonflies blue, violet and grey,
Wreathed atop your final resting place,
Beneath the cottonwood’s gentle shade,
In that somber moment tears traced.
Two dragonflies they came into sight,
Glistening like sapphires in the soft, golden light,
Their wings hummed a requiem, a mournful refrain,
A song in your quietus, to ease all the pain.
These dragonflies, messengers from above,
Emissaries of your undying love,
They whispered in the wind, as if to say,
You’re free from your burdens, it’s time to fly away.
In the silence of that moment, we felt your goodbye,
Two dragonflies, soaring high in the sky,
A reminder of your presence, forever in our hearts,
In the dance of dragonflies, your spirits depart.
A wallflower in a sunflower dress, so bright,
A brisk summer shower leaves us drenched in light,
Her laugh, a melody to which she gracefully sways,
She grabs my hand and leads me in the dance’s maze.
Each petal on her dress, a story untold,
In the garden of her spirit, I hope to expose,
The secrets of her world, the colors of her soul,
As we twist in the light drizzle, becoming whole.
Beneath the summer rain, our love takes root,
In this enchanted garden, our hearts follow suit,
As the sunflowers bloom, and the wallflowers shine,
In her sunflower dress, forever, she’ll be mine.
We could pick berries,
In my wildest dreams,
With a kiss of your lips,
I could taste all their sweet,
Then we can picnic,
By a winding stream,
And watch a flock of geese,
Beneath some hickories,
I would hold you dearly,
’til we both fall asleep,
And you say you love me,
In my wildest dreams.
A cardinal on a branch,
In a sunset just as red,
In my thoughts before I bed,
In the memories we had,
I think of you, dad.
A cardinal on a pulpit,
In songs of psalm and hymn,
In every prayer I will send,
In the angel, Michael’s hand,
I think of you, dad.
Dark forest as black as can be,
Where it’s dusk even in the day,
There is a stream like an ink stain,
Spilling around the loose-leaf trees,
On my dark forest splattered page.
In the aftermath,
I’m only a fraction,
You’re half of what I am,
I wish I had your…
undivided attention.
The wake of a sleepy sea,
Underneath night’s cool black sheet,
I can hear windswept secrets,
That the sea crests could not keep.
A swallow of sorrowful joy,
Flits its wings in pity,
Flies helpless into the void,
Sunset shot of whiskey,
Killing two birds with one stone,
She couldn’t die without me.
The leaves scattered like papers,
And crumple underneath his feet,
There’s nothing he can say to her,
The words written on those sheets,
He walks around an open grave,
In the cemetery where she sleeps,
Hoping death isn’t a stranger,
So he won’t ever again be lonely.
