Threnody to Daisy

Threnody to Daisy

Sister in spirit and friend,
How I miss thee, Daisy,
Whose life did end
Hazily twelve lazy
Years ago.

So I remember thee, Daisy,
Once more on this date
That was your birthday
And, of course, late
You know.

"It doesn't matter," I hear
You eloquently say
In my ear.
"It doesn't matter"
Dearest dear.

Yet I miss thee
Daisy.
I miss thee
Every day.
See ...

Something Higher

Something Higher

The old road is
Rapidly fading.
The new one now
Will later be last.

And so I say this

As I'm playing

With sweat on my brow,

Fast,  fast,  fast

Back to a time

Unchanged for ever

Where me and mine

Gather together

To laugh again

As we did back then;

To feel passion,

Purpose and reason

To be alive

In a place

Where we strive

To face

Something higher.