Day: April 23, 2024

Rosalie, I believe that’s your name
Pray tell where are you?
I’m still here longing for you
I thought we’d meet in the
Springtime of our youthful days

Yet in all these passing years
In this lovelorn winter haze
Our stars have not yet crossed
Except in those romantic dreams
Which I thought were presaging
Our inevitable meeting in this life

Now I wonder if you by some
Devilish cruel design you
Were taken from me by Death
Before our predestined destiny
But my heart harkens with
The epiphany that we will
Meet in the afterlife where
Our love will be better
And forever minus
The uncertainties and
The sorrows and partings
Of this fleeting world

Bob Boyd

Rasboras, Rasboras
What liberated you?

For months all of you
Hid under the big sponge filter
Peeping out at the greater world
Of your ten gallon aquarium

I never saw you come out to eat
How did you survive?

Did fish flakes missed by the
Braver fish get delivered to you
In your sponge filter hideaway
Via the suction power?

Was your reticence because of
My Godzilla size compared to you?

Whatever the reason you broke the
Chains of your isolation,

Rasboras, Rasboras
it’s good to see you.

Bob Boyd

I dreamed we rode giant butterflies in rapturous delight
Through radiant astral planes with luminous blue skies,
Through glittering gold clouds that showered us with bliss.

Choirs of angels heralded us with voices more melodious
Than any we’d ever heard in the denser earth plane.

When we landed in a meadow and dismounted
Translucent flowers blossomed upon seeing us
Transmitting silent blessings in honor of our love
Beyond all loves, soulmates forever in eternity.

Bob Boyd