Pained thoughts emanate soulfully
In my night’s waking
By the dark light of the same moon
You said your goodnights to oh
So many times, across
The ages of restlessness
Now felt in that deep
Unseen place in my
Heart reserved
For our love bond, with music dreamed
Between us as I held
Your soft hand in amazed wonder
At your beauty
In sounding the great oboe that
God Himself put on your lips with
Such sweetness and joy in life, life
Itself, that my pain is all the deeper
And my love is all the sweeter
For having known you,
My dear.

SRB, 9-3-1999