I want to describe
To you what
I see when
I fly between
The stars
So you can
Explain
To me
The fabric
Of light
I see
When I
Swim between
The heavenly
Bodies
Of creation,
And how
None
Of it
Looks empty
To me.
I want to
Take you
To school
So you can
Help me explain
How
Imagination
Is more important
Than knowledge,
So they will
Stop closing
Art,
Music,
And theater
Programs.
If you were here
Then we could
Talk for hours
About my
Beloved
And speculate
On the
Many wonders
Shehe left
For us to
Toy with
In the
Universe.
I'm having
Such a hard time
Dear Albert,
On helping
My fellows
Understand
How to quantify
Intuition,
Because
They think
It is a
Farce…
Your brilliant
Way of
Looking at
The premise
Is so missed.
I know
Mediocrity is
Troublesome,
But besides
The quip observation
Of the obvious
Stupidity
Of the
Masses,
How do we
Overcome it
In spite of
Ourselves?
Oh Albert…
I wish you
Were here,
But I think
It was better
That you left
When you did,
Because
It didn't get
Any better,
Despite your
Warnings,
And distaste
For the obvious
Political circus.
I'll continue
To do as you
Said…
Keep questioning,
Because there
Is an
Endless sea
Of WHY
Are we doing
What we are doing?
And WHY
Are we allowing
Them
To do it?
I hope
Dear Albert
There is more
Peace and understanding
There than
Here.
If so…
Can you send
Some our way?
We could
Really use
It,
And
Your wisdom.
Tell everyone
There
I love them
And miss them,
You included.
