On Your Birthday
I cannot think of another day
Where you would make your home;
Nor choose a star, for suns would say
No beauty could equal that of your own.
One spent a life in a shattered shell
Until you appeared on that afternoon;
A Sunday recalled, a remembered farewell
Where even forever seemed too soon.
So was I born to witness your eyes
So were they but born to see;
The birth of dreams in your silver sighs,
Washed by the waves of Eternity.
Some would have cast their lives on a whim
For a world you wish to walk upon;
The sweetest star in a solar system,
No worlds will turn when you are gone.
The slight structure of December
The eight of days in a pack of years;
Would fade, should we not but remember
Your sentiments, a place of golden tears.
Where even the flowers and songs of May
Must bow to the stars, in the light of your birthday.
