excerpt from "Tapestry of Muses"

Courage came with no small thanks to thee.

The spinning sphere of Time's recycling cuts
Devours my Mind, unsettles me to tears;
My loves, my Dreams, my fears' merc'less assaults
Unravel me then spin me Home to whole -

I remember your eyes' intensity in Rain's rhapsodies,
the Wisdom Lights you cannot help but utilize to study Truths;
I remember your voice's gentle Music as you Read,
soft shy grace coloring potent Poetic ports;
I can only imagine how you must, at times, suffer the ache
Of thoughts too deep to think, to feel at once,
Time's cruel face as you reign in Jewels, who settle, softly,
with seeming ease, into sentenced corrals, into Life! -
into Immortality's embrace.

I remember you in Rain, in Snow, but truly,
an Autumn Sky's spectacular adieu,
one enigmatic, magical October Eve;

and I pray you suffer never -
I thank you for your Soul's/Mind's shares
with all my Heart...

My gratitude Immortalizes you
Immortalizes who I am, if ever I've been anyone;
if all this stage is but a World,
no greater Gold has blessed my Mind,
than a lithe dark Light, winding his way to a train.
A Poet's Heart felt the embrace of Universal Minds,
The Greats.

Should my eyes close now
to open in another Time,
I shall remember your Mind's fingers, freeing my Words 

**for an Immortal; for thee, AP  

note:
 Myriad men may share thy glorious name, but
a singular "Arthur" blazes thru Time's Soul
with Words magique to move bold Readers' Minds
from Brooklyn's Heart to farceurs' entomb-ed Gold