Fare Thee Well

I’ll write a song called Fare Thee Well

Upon it, Time shall cast her spell.

Bound by stone and blessed by sage,

The melody shall never age.

And by the Moon’s astral decree,

Our song shall haunt eternity.

Fortitude

You, You

Always you

My fearless faith

My fortitude

Adhaereo Virtuti

I’ll write a song called Virtuti

From all the words you’ve given me

I’ll pour them into rocks, like veins

And place them back from whence we came

And by the moon’s fair gravity

Your words will ring true from the sea

Flutterby

I’ll write a song called Flutterby

With words that dip low, then swing high

Along a staff of golden rays,

Our clumsy cares will cast away

And when our timid souls take flight,

We’ll coast in the candescent light

I See Myself (4)

I see myself in every face

Each widened eye, each line of grace

Each unsure lip, each cheek of colour

As we are one, are we not the other?

Autonomy

Autonomy,

The very word bears energy,

Yet squandered on another’s dreams:

We must reclaim our destinies

Serendipity (4)

Serendipity

The very word, born of whimsy

Appears most preternaturally

Arrives before Time is ready

Flotsam & Jetsam

Flotsam and Jetsam

Were best of friends

‘Till one began

The other’s end

Serendipity (1)

Serendipity

The very word born of the sea

Has poured herself into my being

And guides by virtue of foreseeing

Equanimity

The very word, born of ‘to be’

Stymies egocentricity

And offers possibility

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