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Softer stuff


In music Fermata is to hold a note and not let go, to freeze time. Nicholson Baker, wrote a great book entitled "fermata" ( has another great on called "Vox")


Fermata

for Sarah

She lays softly silent
Seemingly without a care
Quietly content, with bed hair
Her beauty leaves me gasping for air

I watch her chest
As it rises and falls
Just as my heart does
Knowing I must leave

In a few precious moments
Returning instead to my half empty bed
Countless hours of work and time in the gym
Remember each crest of her breast
On that Saturday morning

Why would God give me an angel?
Then send her away so soon
She will return to me in weeks
But how could the days not loom

I kissed her good night
On the top of her head
I held her tightly
All night in her tiny bed

The morning brought a smile
To my sweet princess
So smart and so bright
She has courage and honor

She is not afraid to fight the good fight
Rarely, you find such a fiery soul
Willing to toil,
But, never to sell her soul


Reborn in the summer solstice

Solstitium,


As spring ended in its last hours
I passed into summer
Having done so three dozen times before
It was only fair that this magnificent day

Had the most sunlight of the year
Warm with a gentle wind
Sharp but without edge
My skin tingled as my body shook


The Gods showed favor upon me
Opening the heavens gates
Sending their most perfect creation
Aphrodite was no equal

The Stars aligned and shined brightly on me
Zeus lent me his strength this day
Realizing my equinox was before me
Mount Olympus was missing it fairest Goddess

Pusillanimously - I dare not whisper your name
Thinking I might awake from the dream of a lifetime
Why would they reward a mere mortal man such a gift?
Especially on who had followed Ares to Hades and back?

Tasting the sweet summer air on your lips
And watch the breeze in your hair,
Aeolus must be praised
For bring you into my life