Glimpses of the Arcane

Syreni

Friday the Thirteenth

Two Friday the Thirteenths this year;

First in January and the second today;

In either case, there is nothing to fear.

What more is there to say?

There is something about the female form ...

There is something about the female form

Which I adore and all the more when forlorn;

For it is the melancholy of beauty that I try

To capture with my brush, lens and eye.

Thirty And One Years Ago This Day

Thirty and one years ago this day,

October sun dazzled like now;

Danced like now on her brow,

As she bounced my way.

Smiling smiles that outshone

The sun as folk walked along;

While inside I sang a song

Until she had gone.

Yet I knew, she knew, before long

Our song would be a duet

Until the sun had set

Amid the passing throng.

Episcopal Consecration 26th Anniversary

Let perpetual light shine upon her ...

... and may she rest in peace †