Life tends imply
It be no longer,
Than a wink
Or a wave goodbye,
So reach to think
Of years lucent,
As time wears thin
And soon be spent,
When soul therein
Suggest ones done
From life now spun,
Hence without fuss
Foster what ye must
For one more time,
Thus so to reinvent!
One day
When I’m no longer
There,
Music you still hear
Will be the sound
Life gives pleasure,
From joyful tears
In garnered measure,
Of such memories
That wants linger,
As for the while
You’ll mean recall
Those many times,
We gourmet dined
On moments treasured,
Held of words did bind
Your love and mine!
I held I might
Live longer,
He whispered
To himself
When thoughts
In shades of dark
Did speak,
That he might hark
‘Twould sanction
But a peek,
At life between
The lines,
Should he so incline
He’d live beyond
What would allow
His furtive mind,
Thus fail recall
He’d found,
The idea of forever
Be limited in time,
And so too soon
On any given day,
That of living
Would find its way,
Obdurately
To the very end
Of his forever time!
ode to my friend,
Artist Claude Théberge
Poetry on a Canapé 