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


You have
become
to me

a river to
float
my spirit
away
on.

the tenderest
of places
to plant
a prodigal
seed.

where the
trees
in my life
were cut
down
cold,

and left
to barren
long ago.

naughty
at the
sight
of you.

joyous
in celebration
at your
laughters
first sound.

no longer
afraid of
changes

you bring
upon me.

let the
tangerine
sunset
lie me
down.

and rest
in the
beats
between
the beats
of your
heart.

and mine

tonight..