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In Memory Of Our Friend And Fellow Poet
Paul Engelbrecht
Who Passed From This Mortal Place On
August 16, 2003
"To Every Thing There Is A Season,
And A Time To Every Purpose
Under The Heaven"
Ecclesiastes 3:1
            In Passing,
              Peace At Last

If you listen to the quiet,
The sad forlorn hush of passing,
You will hear a whisper
In the leaves breath
And the cricket's call;
Something especial
Present… for a moment,
For a heartbeat…

Given freely… love…
Though love imprecise
In mankind's requisites… words,
Dredged from within
The core of man's self,
Uttered through his soul,

To the winds…
To those who would hear
With every fiber
Of their being…

Some hear truth…
Others hope.
Dear Poet, Husband, Father and Friend,
you will be missed by many, but never forgotten...
           Monarchs

Be happy,
Let no sadness bloom
Amid the festoon
Of gardens
Through which you've tread,
With her blossomed bud's
Enchanting fragrance,
Or the animation
Of soft running falls
In the darkness
Of memory's forest, 
Feel always the beauty
Of autumn leaves
Swirl in hues
Of indescribable impress,
Their breathtaking splendor,
Inhale deeply
This sumptuous life
That flutters
Like a Monarch in the spring.
               Soon

I shall be swallowed
By this gracious earth
To forever inhale
The sweet aroma
Of her quivering loam,
And the blossoms seen
Before their birth;
Grieve not,
No sadness imbue
The pursuit in this world,
Her fruit this soul's seen;
But in every blossom,
In every grain of sand
Or mist of sea,
Blowing easy,
It is I whose touch
Will caress thee
As you repose,
In new tilled fields
To hear my heart sing
Under evenin's perfect stars
           Come Dream With Me

Close your eyes, my sweet,
And dream with me
Of distant shores
And swaying palm trees;
Of crystal waters
Caressing our feet;
Of loving hands that touch
And lips that meet;
Come dream with me.

Come dream with me
Of the rocky mountain's majesty;
Of soft tangled snowflakes
Lying beneath our feet;
Of the summit's peaks cleaving the clouds
And reaching to heaven's galaxies;
Of our hearts yearning
And our souls beseech;
Come dream with me.

Come dream with me
Of a magic perspective we see;
Of a place between heaven and earth
Where our hearts are sweet;
Of silver stars framed in black
Their lovely dust as tapestry;
Of an eternity of our words
As our life's trustee;
Come dream with me.

Close your eyes, my sweet,
And dream of me,
Of my unfathomable adoration
And love for thee,
Of my spirit's lament
For want of thee;
Of my mind's inability
To satisfy with words
My dreams of thee.         
      Saying Good-bye

There shall come a time
To say good-bye
When age visits,
And all that was
Shall slither 'way
Leaving us behind
To our sadness,
That life has passed
And all that remains
Is our essence'
Translucent glow,
Filled with wordage;
Yet like summer rains
Inception from full seas
Evaporation,
That flood heaven's clouds,
Till thus engorged,
Raindrops fall once more
To thirsty meadows,
Where grows
Exquisite blossoms
For bards
To envisage
And cast forth
In words, visions
Of gorgeous prairie blooms;
Till they too
Must say good-bye.