He’ll get a doctorate, or three
With neither stress nor anxiety
Others are first on his mind
To whom he’s both giving as well as kind

Of Nobel he may become acquainted
Of companions he’s already been blessed
Of helicopters I see more in his future
Of Apple products, they’re at his own behest

But there are a few things I wish to say
On this long awaited day
As he leaves our golden shores
To find fame forevermore

You don’t need to put your clothes in the freezer
The bugs will get in anyway
It’s OK to eat the last cookie or tortellini
Or they’ll go bad and turn crusty and gray

And we all know Lena makes a nice cover story
For why he extended his stay
Perhaps one day we’ll learn the names of the real reason, or three
For this months long, frivolous, delay

But to enjoy his company in late evening talks
I shall miss starting today
So I bid thee all friendship, fortune, and honor
In your journey and future forays

You’ve found a place at the top of the Mark
As they roll out the carpet in welcome
And I’ll be manning my post of a different sort
As a friend right here at the bottom

Stephen E. Gibson

I’ll say a prayer for you
it’s the one thing I can do
as the waves wisp you away
when I’m wanting you to stay

I’ll say a prayer for you
though time will have its due
that I’ll see you once again
that this circle finally ends

And I’ll say a prayer for you
though words can be untrue
that you will one day be
here right next to me

Stephen E. Gibson

You can make me the man
in whose shadow I now stand
as you laugh my cares away
and embrace my yesterdays

You can set me to flight
on these wings of forgotten might
much stronger than before
sights set and always sure

You can make me a home
your eyes see through my own
all my worries and my hopes
you somehow seem to know

So you can give me my dreams
you hold them when you hold me
and never could I leave
my dream

Stephen E. Gibson

An ear to listen, friend to care,
happy, sad,
you were there.

I know your ways, favorite things,
can make you laugh,
or sing.

We’ve had our walks, our run,
different paths,
have begun.

Memories drift, time takes its toll,
goodbye,
won’t console.

Flinch of regret, little is known,
smiles are false,
and alone.

Not like before, to life’s open door,
I won’t stand in your way,
anymore.

I almost told you about you,
no reason to,
you knew.

Stephen E. Gibson

A place of power, the reign of men
one will climb, though fall again
from distant lands, throughout the age
people come, with awe with rage.

To be the next to stand atop
for mercy none, will they stop
the drive for wealth, ever more
to reach the sky, as those before.

Stephen E. Gibson

Friends are lost, along the way
another night, another day
people watch, love and laugh
nothing’s found, nothing lasts

Hope is gone, it pools despair
look for light, nothing’s there
truth falls back, it’s make believe
those who lead, will all deceive

Evening fades, it takes along
the day’s events, its rights its wrongs
left behind, another day
pieces lost, to yesterday

Stephen E. Gibson

Birds will take to shelter,
squirrels go in a tree,
whirling winds will blow,
as far as one can see.

The sky lights up with with sparks,
and thunder sounds its roar,
the land grows deep and dark,
as the rain begins to pour.

The storm leaves all things clean,
and water for bird and man,
it’s life for you and me,
and terror throughout the land.

Stephen E. Gibson

Familiar as a friend,
comfortable and caring too,
we danced so many times,
your beauty was always new.

Though others found a place,
or stopped along the way,
there’s nothing left to hold,
they’re lost to yesterday.

Why it took us so long,
to find each other when,
you were always close by me,
as I’d see you once again.

You were the only flower,
the one I’d never leave,
the only one to know me,
as our threads of life will weave.

Stephen E. Gibson

Renews the old,
washes the young,
nectar of life,
makes rivers run.

Fills the oceans,
lakes and ponds,
makes all things grow,
cities built upon.

Brings down mountains,
and all terrain,
all the world,
can not contain.

But makes faces glum,
spirits sink,
though rain we need,
it’s presence stinks.

Though the world around,
depends upon,
I’m happiest when,
the rain is gone.

Stephen E. Gibson

Thoughts are clear,
plain in sight,
tip of tongue,
for fear, for fright.

Practice mirrors,
planned ahead,
on your marks,
nothing’s said.

Silence stares,
can not express,
more is heard,
when words are less.

Stephen E. Gibson