Although some celebrate today
the Scotsman’s favorite bard,
my day is elsewise occupied
and I shall find it hard
to think of he whose “Auld Lang Syne”
will ring out through the night.
For this day someone else was born
who gives my life delight.
My first, my last, my everything,
my better half, by far,
the truest friend I’ve ever had:
my one and only Star.
So Robbie Burns, I wish ye well
there under heath and sod;
You’ve given me much, I admit,
to think on man and God.
But today is for goddesses,
and I’ve one in the flesh;
were you alive, it’s likely you
would feel the same, I guess.
A toast to verse, and tuneful speech,
to poets at their rest,
and to the muses such as mine
who give all life their zest.
25 JAN 2005
For Sondra (Starlight Dances)
My love is like a red, red rose
that blooms one day in spring;
its beauty fills the world with awe
and wonder, but the thing
itself will fade and turn to seed
bring forth some future flower
and by its death, though sad indeed,
live on through endless hours.
Its petals fade and fall to dust
lose their warm glow and luster;
and those who simply feel they must
preserve them, only filibuster.
For love is like a red, red rose,
it cannot be contained –
and though its pattern few may know,
the truth is clear and plain:
The world is filled with wond’rous things,
that show themselves, then go.
Each moment gone, another brings,
in one unending flow.
And love, to grow, must also change
so it can bloom anew –
Thus, like the rose in different seasons
is my love for you.
28 AUG 2003
after Robert Burns
for Starlight Dances, born on Burns Night