Not in a hospital bed of bleak sheets
The dim room before your death,
I see you walking now
On a beach of stars
The light in your eyes, the
Azure dance of rare butterflies.
Your smile feeds the hummingbirds
Moves this poet’s tearful pen
Across dreamed parchment and daisies
Bouquets of honeyed rhyme
Tangerine song chanted
Between times and beyond
My world of evenfall
Your world of approaching dawn.