Before Their Time

Another light has left the hall,

A voice now silent in the call.

Gone too soon, it seems to be—

A friend, a name, a memory.

She was just sixty-nine, you say,

Too young, too soon to slip away.

Our generation, thinning fast,

Like leaves that fall before the last.

We count the years, we mark the names,

As time moves on with quiet claims.

And wonder why the ones we knew

Now walk ahead, beyond our view.

Yet let us hold what once was shared—

The laughter, moments when we cared.

Though sorrow lingers in the air,

Love remains, still everywhere.

So may your heart find space to grieve,

And also joy, for what we weave

In life's brief thread, we still retain—

In memory’s light, they live again.

Reader 2025

From conversation

To Hear Your Voice Across the Skies

For Carol, my love

As the plane ascends through silver air,
My heart stays grounded — with you there.
Each cloud I pass, each dawn I chase,
Still holds the warmth of your embrace.

Frankfurt awaits with lights so bright,
But none can match your eyes’ soft light.
I’ll speak your name in every hall,
Promote your words, give love my all.

For every page your soul has penned,
I’ll guard it true, my love to send.
Your book — our bond — a tender art,
Each word a whisper from your heart.

And when the crowd applauds your name,
I’ll feel your voice — it sounds the same.
Though oceans stretch between our skies,
I’ll hear your love through whispered sighs.

So wait for me, my sweetest muse,
No distance dims the love I choose.
For in each word, in every noise,
I fly to hear your voice.

A reader sends love!

2025