Happy Birthday


I think of you
when the phone rings
or I’ve turned out
the light
I hear your voice
in my head
ringing in my ears
I answer the phone
I answer the night
and I think of you
wondering whether
you’re really all right
there in white robes
playing violin
on a cloud
laughing with your friends
the ones who filled your
life with music
before we invaded
seven deadly sins
mortal wounds
un-healable, unhealed
I think of you
see you young
and smiling
nineteen-forties beauty
with music at your
red hair curling
and friends
all of you there now
free and me here
thinking of you
being of you
remind me to smile