for Joel

When I have fears that we may pass away
And vanish from the memory of friends,
That history may memory betray
And bear false witness once my soul ascends,

I wonder at the calmness of the day
And crave the stormy bitterness of night
When blue skies can’t offend my stubborn gray
Nor can God’s mortal cruelty seem right.

I look then, to your smiling eyes, your soul.
Eternity exists there, in that blue,
And whilst I swim within that deep, I’m whole
And all that I would wish to be is true.

My paradise, my love is made anew;
My mortal’s pale eternity is you.

—A gift from KB

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