Celebrate not birthdays but your days of tallest living.

Save your candles not for the tenth or the twentieth

Year of calendared living but to memorialize

Those meetings at white tables when music played as you

Looked long into your friend’s eyes, knowing the leap

And

Thrust of friendship.

Celebrate the day of second coming when your friend

Raised you to his height and you, as one together, saw

The

Meat and wine and ferns and flowers in a new light

Swimming.

Celebrate not passage of the years but those few crests of

Time when love and friendship came and touched and

Gently lifted.

You are Special!

HAPPY BIRTHDAY!