To live a life in a day
The difference is plain,
there’s no doing it again.

A flight within the 4th-dimension
No squirming weasel words for you
Just a graceful flutter and decline
With no direction home.
No squabbling, No fighting, No feeling sore.
The begetting is done in a silent roar
On a wing and a prayer.
No absence of synaesthesia there
A mingling of the finest bouquet of nectar
With the deepest regret in the minor chords
That tug at your heart and tear you apart. 
Flower after flower and time after time.

“O! I wish I could turn words into wishes.
O!  wish my days would fall out of time”

This evening is so heavy, rain has gone,
days’ and nights’ penumbras shine on 
As you flutter past, my window
I hear your swan song,
softly weeping, grieving   
A parting song, for you.
a rose garden in eternity
sweet white flowers above the drive
rain drops cling to petals,
mist in the garden hides
whispering absences of you,
softly seeping nuances,
echoes of: the end of days in Palo Alto,
heavy music in the air,
this stretching of reality,
and you, no longer there,
shadowing the shadows,
word-remembered flight
holding you at bay at night.

In the fading autumn light,
your wings' crisp and falling,
memories flare into the very air,
with you no longer here
there’s oblivion in the air.