As I lay beneath the velvet sky,
A skeletal moon keeps a silvered watchful eye
Her face littered with cracks and bruises
Upon the meadow where my lover bid me die.
The taste of your innocence still haunts my tongue,
While phantom hairs delicately tickle my nose.
Mine ear still thinks it can hear your tales, lovingly sung
Of maidens, princes, and lovers naive and young.
Once upon a time, you held me 'neath the sway of a portrait Moon
And kissed me to the sounds of Nature's Autumn tune.
You whispered your bidding and it sank deep into my soul,
And it was to you that my heart wed itself, all too soon.
You tamed Divinity's creature; a
It probably seems like more than just two decades
Of unruly students and other literary escapades
But it seems like only days to those of us both old and new
Who have stumbled across poetry classes and you.
While this may seem like just another cheap
And craft(less) gimmick poem for you to keep
Until you run out of space in your cluttered drawers
Know this: UHCL will miss you wandering its floors.
So when you sit down in your recliner at night
And flip through old papers ‘neath the lamp light,
I hope you will take just a minute or two
To reflect on everything we have learned because of you.
And should you ever start to miss this cra