A Poem
By Vladimir Logan
Oh thou most beautiful bird, how goes your day?
You come by often, I’d have it no other way.
I love to hear you chirp in the mornings,
That daze you put me in, makes me miss warnings.
Sometimes I see you and sometimes I do not,
But I know you’re there, a sight to be caught.
I dare not intervene with your abundant beauty,
Because one has to know his own duty.
Beauty knows me better than I do,
Should I stay or should I go, that’s up to you.
It seems thou hast found a better place,
Where art thou, I miss your gorgeous face.
I miss your graceful and caring smile,
Your magnificent loveliness worthwhile.
You have grown to be astounding in fight,
High up in the light, is a shining knight.
Your curious eyes keep me on wait,
How long will it be before it’s too late?
Maybe, for you, should I send out a call?
Or, chances being so, should I forget it all?
Your beauty was an influence,
Making such a great difference.
Time after time it has been since seen last,
That fantastic memory is in the past.
You have become of a perfect mold,
Character of greater value then gold.
What stays in mind, is that song so sunny,
It leaves a taste like that of honey.
So many great things to remember,
All forgotten in December.
Tomorrow is always a mystery,
Yesterday has become history.
Time is not something you can borrow.
Yesterday does not have to be sorrow.
The future moves on, I wish I could stay.
The present never seems to delay.
That beauty shining off is so abundant,
Ages have gone, has it become redundant?
All your ways have come too late to say goodbye,
For all there is, now is not a time to cry.
The Judson Mosaic 