In a midnight parade the creatures of the night are walking by,

It was a beautiful sight to see so many even those that could fly,

One by one these creatures of night paraded by making their sound,

Squeaks, squeals, whistles, hoots and more in this night’s surround,  

How I wondered did such a thing as this become possible or real,

Then to amaze my mind I saw flowers of passion ride a cart of steel,

Moonflower so bright and white bloomed to release its essence,

All this with flowers abloom made me wish I was in your presence,

When you came to be right next to me it awoke my mind to even more,

As this nocturnal parade of life came to be I was aroused by amour,

It was but a moment in time when you and I were the youths of before,

‘Twas an evening of fortune I supposed aloud as I asked you for more,

It was quite loud yet quietly I spoke asking of my keel of which I mused,

Yes, quite loud it was, the nocturnal parade of which I was very amused,

Perhaps my speaking of my vessel now has left all of you a bit confused,

The beautiful Patti and I came to see this parade that made us bemused,

How can two words come to be so similar in sound of quiet and quite loud,

An oddity of speech I’ve used however use of these words made her proud,

She lights to show my way although she lights upon the floor from a cloud,

Of her descriptions fall short if only usage of more language was allowed,

See, the beautiful Patti and I had braved the seas of life’s turmoil to be,

In this place of nocturnal oddity of which I’ve written just to please she,

It’s within our hearts that love dwells yet shared through unknown force,

My need to feel her beauty as she accepts me kept my keel on course,

Oh yes she was beautiful to such extreme envy filled the hearts of peers,

The teller of my rhyming tale must testify she is beautiful beyond her years,

On a vessel powered by desire’s passion we have gone where fate steers,

The keel of my vessel is firm of belief that her love of me conquers my fears,

Our journeys in life have taken us far and possibly too far for the masses,

So many beautiful sights we have shared as we’ve made love on grasses,

All the thoughts of a man have flowed through my soul and earthly chassis,

So sensuous to touch as I’ve learned every nuance through passion classes,

Her thoughts are within her heart to remain secure unless released aloud,

I have touched upon her soul as she has told me I have made her proud,

No greater honor has a man than to be at her side in the parade’s crowd,

Name me “man of the year” as Patricia Napier’s man to put me on a cloud,

The finality of life is difficult for those souls that haven’t journeyed beyond,

As I have departed my body to float near her while keeping strong our bond,

For her I live, in death I will serve as her guardian with love’s armor I’ve donned,

As the parade concludes of nocturnal oddities I pull close the one I’m so fond,

For a kiss from her has more power than that of airliners high in the sky,

Without thrust or power of man’s creation her kiss can make men fly,

I’m the chosen one in her life, the protector of whom she has come to rely,

I fall into her heart at night as she caresses my soul and says, “you’re my guy”.

The end, by Pat for Patti, I love you.  09/11/2016