Do not regret his final passage
in this closing poem of h
Just East of Polaris is life.
He has passed into
the murky blackness
of God's massive inkwell,
where the essence
of poets are placed,
when the spark of
inspiration fades
in that last exhale of awe,.
Soon God will
recreate him,
into a heavenly poem
scrawled across
the books of life,
and he will be read
back into existence
much to the awe of
millions of listeners
in the star light
cafe of paradise.
All of those who
have passed on,
will welcome his reading,
and he will become
one of the many
spirits of poetry,
whose souls soar higher
then any earthbound
inspiration would allow.
Just think of the
many subjects
he can cover who
have gone on before him.
Tea with Elizabeth Browning,
a sundae with Robert Frost,
a five mile walk with Longfellow,
The possibilites are endless
and he is happy there.
He poked a hole
in the blackness of space
and left his mark
just east of Polaris,
and his starlite
will remain as
a beacon to all others
who wish to shine
just as brightly
as he will forever.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~MFB III