They are all gone into the world of light!

And I alone sit lingering here,

Their very memory is fair and bright,

and my sad thoughts doth clear.

–Henry Vaugham, 1650

This poem is in memory  my friend, the talented artist Diane Bauer.

Eulogy for the Costa Rican Ghosts

Knocking bamboo ushers in their moans.

Neither missing nor white,

they wonder who you are and what you are doing

and why life has left them and spared you –

imperfect as you are.

I feel their aching in the night air

their souls shaking in the tropical trees.

I remember their presence here

and bear them closer as time goes by…

my years stealing to inevitable death.

–Eileen Kennedy

The stars now die in the morning sky

And lose their glimmer one by one

The mountain peaks at down

The morning light turns back the night

The showers beauty on this tropic place

–William Brown