I slip into the Jar while he is sleeping
and leave a little gift here just for him
for in my soul a love has been acreeping
my smile it beams, my eyes they are abrim
For this Bruce, or Brain Jar, also known as
has something very special deep within
a heart so kind and warm as golden topaz
a mind with words and music tumbled in
And when we meet again, dear Bruce and me
my love will wrap around him holding tight
and we will be as one until we can’t see
where he begins and I end in the night
Brain In The Jar 
Reblogged this on Blue Girl Poems and commented:
I may have sneaked into the Brain Jar … Shhhhhhhh 😉
This is lovely
Thank you boomiebol 🙂
so very very lovely and sweet
Thank you, glad you liked it 🙂
This is wonderful…
Thank you Susan, it was much helped by the person inspiring it of course 🙂
A lovely piece, I especially liked “for in my soul a love has been acreeping/my smile it beams, my eyes they are abrim” as it evokes those strong feelings that will carry us through the rest of poem.
Thank you redplace, I’m glad you liked it 🙂
A lovely thing to wake up and read and these comments above are for you to answer my dear, Talk about that later. I would write a reply but I lost some words at the moment
Sorry to take away your words, dear. I’m glad you enjoyed waking up to this xxx
A lovely tribute.
Thank you 🙂