So greet wepyng was ther noon, certayn, … Allas, the pitee that was ther, Cracchynge of chekes, rentynge eek of heer. Chaucer
In a pall of sadness, I come to you, My Sweet, to glimpse at your brown eyes twinkling And marvel at your cheeks gleaming soft pink That beams the same love as your bougainvilleas waving.
Our joy soared around Orion’s sword, As we said, to hue out our own world-- cutting-- A vortex swirling with happy, Holy Spirits That beams the same love as your puppies wiggling.
So above the firmament is now your new home In a bath of radiant light flooding And left behind is the full life we had That beams the same love as your bees abuzzing.
Only thru Anfang did we love in living. And only in Beginnings shall we be in passing.
Coda: If you hear bells ringing above ”…send not to know For whom the bell tolls, It tolls for thee.” Donne