HOW WE LOVE

When the Poet dies

he leaves the window open.

His ambient airs

will flow

from him into an abyss of sky

no matter

how wrong or right his compass

his wayward journey

is unified by a God listening.

How short these fruitful lives

departing those

we love with just a cadence

a vitality that never will be lost.

Poets be celebrators

earmarking

the existence of time into a pen

transcending thought by its proxy

the salvation

of a Cross we all bear to hang from.

The greatest Poet, Jesus

has taught us

that giving is the supreme answer

bringing His

unselfish quest to our ears

and in His pain

the anger and the fears of mankind.

In His rule of forgiveness, it

teaches us 

about the marriage of our humanities.

When the Poet dies

his Soul

is laden with a bittersweet gold dust

permeating those in living heart.

and whose tears

will continue to fall in Grace.

We stay well to avoid illness

but when the body

fights you in its completeness

its time to go and venture on.

My only solace

is that I have found true love

nested in my being

fore right in its visions and wantings.

I will love my Uli

until the forever door closes

for I believe I will find her

when the window opens for her as well.

Every day and every second

take not for granted

as we all leave the World.

Love the best that you can

and give of yourself

ten times greater than the love

and your Soul will enter the Light.

We, that Believe

are a stone throw away from our Creator

a stone throw away from everlasting life …

How we Love ….