Neil Armstrong, Human,
First to step upon the moon,
Rest now, in the stars.

[ August 5, 1930 - August 25, 2012 ]

In the night, a voice; whispers echoing silent truths. Knowing, feeling, free.
Words shaped by moon light, paths cross in their dancing flight, gentle peace finds life.
The discord quiets, stilled by a shy lover's touch, the world is made new.

When love fills your heart
Tranquility then resides
Joy is in being

The moon high above, dark window breaks.
The word upon page, quiet mind wakes.
The wind carried song, stony heart quakes.

She's Modern Millie,
burned bridges and bet store,
going home no more.

Pitter, patter, splash.
Spring's promise echos above.
The winds carry life.

Whisper in the night,
Rhythm of her sleeping breath,
The soft voice of love.