Mystery\'s Creation

Silence

As I dwell upon those I\'ve loved

Some still on Earth,some up above

Most I\'m always thinking of

As They circle My mind on the wings of a dove

One imparticular,if I may

About whom I  write Today

I sincerely hope and pray

Will forever in Your conscience stay

I\'ll pour My heart out til it stops beating

And then the words You are now reading

Will echo in My epitaph

As a poetic photograph

That I posed for reluctantly

Though nonetheless for all to see

As I continue to opine

About whom I write about in rhymes

Ensuring that every line

Contains the vaguest clue to find

As I look into the trees

And wait for a thought to come to Me

One that shall forever be

Etched within My memory

As daylight intervenes

And brings an end to My dreams

And the brilliance of the dawn

Is the first thing that I focus on

Then I see clearly in the sky

Where I wish to go when I die

Where Her soul and My body lie

A testament to She and I

And as these lines fade and wane

And these thoughts We\'ve entertained

Slow and surely disappear

As most will into the atmosphere

Except those like Us,who have,as one

Had a romance with the sun

And melted into the other\'s dreams

Without so much as a word it seems