Autumn has come quickly my Beloved.
Your sky has turned grey and the wind chillier.
I must put things right through a word fitly spoken.
You're a Poet beyond the rhyme.
Standing at its highest peak, making life possible.
Transforming the talanoa of dumping da crap.
You clarify the nonsense.
Reframed the scribble. Refined its expression.
You're in the beat of the heart.
Sharpening our experience.
Wow! Fa'afetai. Today we glory in your story.
Fret not my Love. You're a remarkable story.
A poetry in motion.
Written for this moment in time.
- Louis, 66, Porirua, New Zealand.