LINES UPON JAVA'S ILLNESS
When sight for those lustrous eyes has gone,
Sensations ceased and his purring voice been stilled?
And what the import for me
Of those hugs and tickles, and love bestowed
In silly words like lovers speak?
And what for God of his gentle life—
Lived out in peace’s ambience? Had he but known
He could have shed his fears like fur.
Beyond, Brilliance shines
And lambent answers.
© Michael A.G. Haykin, 2007