For Dalton Grove

The only true Grover

R.I.P
The love we find,
All to often slips,
Like wet dew in the morning, the vastness of intermingling thoughts or ideas ,
Stander vestiges we'd often find inside our minds,

Art the form of unexpressed thoughts moving,
Virtually free,
From the unequivocal  frame of design,
Greatly I say we are nothing but apart fallen pieces so lonely and vast without each other's grasping hand dying to be,

Chasing starlight together in the night time air
Oh, how I long to see you so,

Turning times and movements all to divine for eyes,
I see you in my dresser drawer sleeping like a raccoon,
Chasing dreams once lost to the oceans pull,

The heavens though they may be cease to dawn new ideas when,
You cry,
A lonely lullaby,

I've seen things I cannot express come to be naught
Or have fallen short of things I digress to be,

But you my lovely friend are close to thee,
In the crystalline structure I float to your breathe,
And scream of the life that has been put to rest