(for my friend who is passing from a slow spreading brain disease)

an ugly

disease of

innocence

yes.



but a

innocence

to be

born

again

just the

same.



the slight

lifting of

your face

to catch

a smile.



the pausing

of a moment

to let

the sun

radiate

your face.



a whisper

to the

evening

canopy of

stars,



to yourself

"this pain

will pass"



but they

are all

still

there for

you to

dream

and wish

upon.



to take

your breath

away.



in the

joy and awe

of a

moment.



when your

soul

holds still,



and the

universe

can be

found

beginning in

your eyes.



and you

smile back

in return.