It’s a hot starry night
On the seashore
A glimmering stare
Wishes it would approach
The lighthouse ever more.

They stand still in majesty
The abundant green foliage
Covers them with beauty
Worth a rime of Coleridge.
They are bathed in sunlight

Waves kissing the pebbled shore
Gazed at me and asked:
“Shall we see your boat no more?”
Contemplating the blue sky
I responded with a sigh:

The day had been so cloudy
The sky painted grey
News media had broadcast:
“The Phenomenal Woman”
Had passed away.

It is an ongoing witness
It even was so
Before we were born...
It is a close companion
Sometimes we don’t notice it

At 7 am
The moon still was there
Smiling at you—timid rising sun—
On the morning’s sky blue.
A greeting

Signs of true love
Tender, pure like a dove
They’re nurturing today
And for good they’ll stay.
Some glittering past

It all comes from the heart
And the enlightening of the mind
Composing lines of art
Under mysteries of the kind...
It may be a relief from grief

For a while she’s paused
Out of awe her eyes clos’d
Journeying across miles
Cherishing lovely smiles.
Her mind lingered on...

You’re a firm Tree, and we love T
We’ll keep gazing you with glee.
Solemnly standing
Your branches are green no more
Your whisper in the breeze