He climbed up
and over
the Berlin Wall.
The Gods
cried rain
all over him
and it made his hair wet.
The drips traced down
into his eyes
and then he was crying,
too.

Oh
don't let the wind
change the way
of your arteries and veins.

Oh
let the travels you made
have gone okay;
I hope you didn't sit quietly
on the train.

Oh
have people changed
you?
The things you used to say
made it worth the way
I came.

Oh
let showers under stars
lift up those prison bars.
Refuse to let life char
you.
Just drown down with me into the salt marsh.

And I think that if you were anyone else I would ask you to come over tonight.
And if you were anyone else you would come over tonight.

I ride in the car with you, alone
and wonder
if the clouds blocked those stars tonight
for a reason.

this one to the Boy
who became Out of Breath when the world took its First.
I know how hard Oxygen is to swallow.

Don't tie the laces of your shoes, Boy,
because Don't you Want to be
Tripped?

I'm sorry she'll never Climb the wind like you Hoped she would.

this one to the Boy
who didn't really believe in Names
because all the Words will Die with the World anyway.

to the Boy
because I wanted to Write Words
that maybe he would Stop
and Read.