"Before I Sleep"

Till life retires me I won’t retire

all cries to uncles stalled

And won’t slow down or buy the farm

till Abraham has called

My will as though a five-year-olds

wild and dancing free

Those trees of life I’ve yet to climb

still calling out to me

The view much clearer though ladder worn

from high atop myself

With passions free and burning hot

each thought more deeply felt

Somewhere a bugle waits for me

an Angel standing by

To blow my name when time abates

—upon whose wings I’ll fly

(Beaupre: June, 2022)