(this poem is for a friend who is slowly passing from a rare brain disease)

The moon makes

you cry.



falling down

hard to

find the

grip to stand.

again.



knees bloodied

and bruised.



and the night

doesn't

miss a moment

and it will

come back to

take you

down again

tomorrow.



you are a

prisoner of

it's tides.



tracing your

steps in your

mind back to

the beginning.



they always lead

back to nowhere.

and being

alone.



and now

loneliness

is your

only lover.



and a touch

is as foreign

to you as

an apple on

a pear tree.



and you will have

none of it.



blinded by

the light,



dreams in

black and white.

you pretend in ways

I can't even

imagine.



just to survive.

but through it all



if you should

ever need me

I will be there

I will be there.



in midnight's wind

fleeing at

the darest

of times



when in

the night ,



You feel a

gentle kiss

upon your face.