Serenades

*Let your memories of me be serenades

that embrace you forever and more

most precious woman I adore

*Jon Michael Willey

when I become quiet, detached from present moments

I can hear your serenades, falling softly on my heart

they take me away to times free from pain

and touches of love's flame

sweet they are, those lyrical love-songs of the night

things of beauty, joys cherished now and ever

borne on gentle breezes or wild winds

secret songs eternally perfect

melodies of gardens and harbors, art and poetry

they surround me in the warmth of your love

while I am leaving this plane for another 

sing to me your serenades