in the glittering wake
of the future
he lives
lighting our way
across the mystic sea
of souls
that our whimsical tomorrows
might toast
his favorite goblet
and share the fun
of yesteryears
lighting our way
across the mystic sea
of souls
that our whimsical tomorrows
might toast
his favorite goblet
and share the fun
of yesteryears
touching deeply dear Poet, beautifully expressed. Thank you, Love, nia
At the time I was thinking of a best friend who had recently passed away and who would normally have celebrated American Thanksgiving with my wife and I. Be safe and have a wonderful day.
Art
I am sorry to hear this. I can understand you. Thank you and same wishes for you too dear Poet, Love, nia