Imagine That

~ A tribute to John Lennon ~

He looked at life through polished glass,
refracting every tone and hue.
He took the time for time to pass,
imagining a longer view.

Befitting beauty, flowers die
as they, with early winter, meet.
Though wither comes, the loving eye
imagines blossoms ever sweet.

Eternal lyrical and young,
they must, at last, admire his means.
His sweetest song on every tongue
through all the seasons, all the scenes

will live forever. Though we cried--
imagine that he never died.

Colder

It’s colder now, I know
as time is slipping fast away.
A late October snow
has purged the world of summer things–
but for a single rose
whose beauty speaks of youthful springs.

To Touch a Star

Refracted through an atmospheric prism,
a gem of starlight strikes a human eye.
Product of a an ancient cataclysm,
an instant, just, to cast its beauty by,

the glimmer spans the vast abyss of sky,
a sailor on the aether from afar,
imperfect, insubstantial as a sigh,
yet perfect in the wonder that we are,
a twinkle in our eye, allowed to touch a star.

Draft 2

Refracted through an atmospheric ocean,
a gem of starlight strikes a human eye.
Transiting in timeless propagation,
an instant... just.. to cast its beauty by,

the glimmer spans the vast abyss of sky,
a sailor on the aether from afar,
imperfect, insubstantial as a sigh,
yet perfect in the wonder that we are,
a twinkle in our eye, allowed to touch a star.

Original draft...


Falling through the sky, in scintillation,
refracted starlight strikes a random eye.
Transiting in timeless propagation,
an instant, just, to cast its beauty by...

the starlight spans galactic arms to fly
down static paths of aether from afar,
imperfect, insubstantial as a sigh,
yet perfect in the wonder that we are,
a twinkle in our eye, allowed to touch a star.