Forever to Never and Back alternate (lol) version

The parallels lined up in traces
each singing in alternate voice
with infinite actors and faces
selected by multiple choice.

In manifold runnels and branches
the players chose courses and tack
concurrently synchronized dances
forever to never and back.

A lullaby sung in a whisper,
a yesterday saved with a smile,
the passing realities kissed her
as clouds tumbled by single file.

still working....some throwaways??  Or keepers???

The parallels lined up in traces
each singing in alternate voice
with infinite actors and faces
selected by multiple choice.

In manifold runnels and branches
the players choose courses and tack
concurrently synchronized dances
forever to never and back.

As Schrödinger's kitty will mention;
if quantum mechanics play fair
the passive observers attention
resolves if you’re hither or there.

Assuming reality branches
at every moment in time
this poet is pleased, for the chance is
his verses both will and won’t rhyme.

In infinite multiverse classes
the matter is sure to repeat
as pessimists fill up their glasses
with whiskey diluted and neat.

A lullaby sung in a whisper,
a yesterday saved with a smile,
the passing realities kissed her
as clouds tumbled by single file.

Forever to Never and Back

The parallels line up in traces
each singing in alternate voice
with infinite actors and faces
selected by multiple choice.

In manifold runnels and branches
the heart chooses courses and tack,
concurrently synchronized dances
forever to never and back.

A lullaby sung in a whisper,
a yesterday saved with a smile,
in passing the memories kissed her
as clouds tumbled by single file.

Unspoken

A never-ending melody
is playing in my mind,
the quintessential poem, yet
without a single rhyme,

a sonnet for eternity
containing not a word,
a lyric never spoken for
a ballad never heard.

I write a single verse a day
my heart in every line,
a tapestry of ecstasy
my love for you entwined.

My silent heart composes verse
to apprehension’s themes.
I write for you a song of love…
but only in my dreams.

It Follows

My eyes roam skyward sailing east
and, though each moment seems a moon,
when senses, on such beauty, feast
the night will pass away too soon.

My soul is drawn, when sailing west,
to more than one can safe absorb.
I am, by heaven's grace, possessed,
enraptured by an ancient orb.

It follows that a moonlit sky
will call your beauty to my mind.
No matter where my roving eye,
no matter where you are, I find

a glow that distance can't eclipse,
I feel your love-- if not your lips.

Elizabeth

This is for my "borrowed" Grandma (My wife, Jeanie's Grandma), Helen Elizabeth Cheney

Elizabeth, you held my heart so near,

as near as any given you at birth.

Without a second thought you called me “dear”

and looked beyond the troubles to the worth.

Although my stubborn tongue refused to tell,

you heard my heart and didn’t probe the shelf,

so high, that hid my past. You primed the well

but let me pump the blood of life myself.

And now my turn to play the “catcher” role,

the one you played for me without a net.

And now my turn to touch a troubled soul--

it seems so hard without you here. And yet,

Elizabeth, you taught me well; love grieves

but, given and returned, it never leaves.