About fourteen and a half years
before my birth,
yours truly not even a twinkle 
in the eyes of his then
young father and mother
the former born April 9th 1929,
while the latter would be turning ten
that upcoming November 13th
living in destitution
with her three older siblings
(in proximity to then prosperous Coney Island)
emotionally devastated crying unabashedly
when she returned to espy absent building
as a wife for countless years
to glimpse the absence of domicile
she occupied until marriage
to the Arthur Murruy star student

If ever we tarry apart a spell
Because circumstance conspired with fate
Remember all our days for your heart's sake;
Remember and wear a little smile.
Keep it as one would a given token
Until in flesh we unite once again.

God never promised you and I Eden –
Only thistles, but even a thistle
Will grow tall in shaft and be edible.
Was that not sufficient for Adam?

A profusion of great heat
  Rose up and oppressed my mind.
So few were signs of retreat
  It stifled an alarm seldom heard.

Philosophy says the mind
  And body are two different entities
And it’s not meant with scorn
  But Invincibility disagrees.

A rose gave up her secret
  Of its origin – of its beauty –
In the shadow of her crescent –
  Fiercely hushed once to me.

She told me of a plan of love
  And a Master Gardener who
Has a touch of silver that betrothed
  The rose to the morning dew

And described a plane in between
  Nothing and a foundation –
The design of which is unbreached –
  That lies in an unmeasured dimension

But her exact words were lost
  To the enjambment of my memory –
Moreover – my comprehension lapsed –

Pink is the morning sun ablaze.
Gray is the balmy air.
Purple is the city’s haze.
Brown is the wren’s bleary stare.
White is the glistening dew.
  Night – adieu!

Time, as I felt it, stopped
  As the Sun gave up its power and waned
But for an interval. I was lost –
  Called away from the mundane.

Given like a vision from God –
  I was shown one of absence
Contrary to a comfortable thought
  But at the mercy of physics.

I am One with the Stars and Earth
  And all Things of eternity;
That doubt of universal birth
  Was overshadowed by gray reverie.

She's so powerful –
She moves the air;
It doesn't move her.
Matter obeys her will.

She's so powerful:
In Grace and Artistry –
In lines of Symmetry –
Her eyes sparkle.

She is a real hero –
Perfection personified.
Physics is vilified
By her – small in stature.