There is
a rapture
in your
eyes,

that takes
away
everything
else,

and then
makes
everything
else new
again.

there is a
familiarity
in your
face that
greets me,

like the
breaking
open
of a
poppy
flower
in a
fall field,

and the
moment
that it is
experienced,

it is
never
forgotten,

it is
to be
held
only once

and then
it is
gone.

I am
the dreamer
of such
things
of nature

of you.

and you
illuminate
my life
which
such beautiful
things

that I
am a child
to walk
your fields

I am
a child

amongst
your
stars.

and for
that I am
truly

grateful.

This morning

while trembling,


holding

your note

you left

on our

bed

in my

hands.


the sun

fell unexpectedly

full somersaults

from the sky.


a fiery

pinwheel

of downward

motion.


a molten

avalanche

of gigantic

proportions.


crashing all

around me,

as I sat

at my

morning table

eating my

Monday ritual

of oatmeal

and buttered

wheat bread

sweet.


abiding to

doctors orders

like a old dog

trying to

be taught

new tricks.


now uncertain

of what

is to

become

of me

without us.


I know only

one thing

for sure.


I would of

loved you

one more

day,



if you

would

of let

me.

I have trudged and rolled through the cold wintery days and the springtime of freedom is here at last.

You will not spoil this for me.

You too will pass.

It's six in the morning
I've woken up

You were in my dreams
I should go back to sleep

Try to chase the dream back
inside my head

I don't want to think of you
subconciously

I don't want to think
You'll be with me

I can't hold onto a dream
forever

The sun is slowly rising
let me sleep

// dream of you
one last time