First in honour, now in memory,
behind a wall and down a hill.
His secret garden grows.
Calm harbour, amidst bracken leaves,
kind to all and patient still.
A sacred place that knows.
Verdant wise and endless houred,
of life forestalled but yet, fulfilled.
Nature’s joy bestowed.
Oh distant soul.
Let us venture friendship.
Without negotiation,
or word association.
Let us be as sorted corn,
side by side, not mixed up fire thorns.
You may not know me now,
but I know who you want to know,
for I am one of those.
So, friend in wait,
let us think of kinship,
without reproach or fear.
For we have hope and wonder,
to last us through this year.
Ladies and Gentlemen!
Don’t be earthbound,
as a shadow,
clinging to the floor.
Rise above the ground,
leave this dustball below stars,
and lose your earthly anchor.
Friends and Strangers!
The sky abounds,
for you today,
to love and to adore.
Galaxies surround,
your avatar,
a playground to explore