Happy birthday to my space friend! As words must be our medium, a poem, Perhaps, may best my birthday wishes send, Poems being inner portraits out on loan. Yet I would be a landscape in the mountains, Bright sun battering an empty sky, Immense rock faces answering all questions, Resolving all in what instead of why. To you I send a hope for happiness Hedged with roses bristling in the wind, Doing double duty for their mistress As sentinels against the tricks of mind, Yet luring well the love that makes life kind.
