I had visions
of his bedroom in Iselin
Looking out the second story window
under the sun
through the bluish-gray drapes
...there was something...
he found it...
Beautiful.
Standing beneath a tree
speaking a language in which
he didn't know he was fluent-
HE BREATHES IN
I'M TAKEN IN WITH THE WIND
and I felt him all around me
I knew him...
Beautiful.
Beautiful! but...
I can't speak it.
I am speechless
there with him, just like him
inside him...
I just wanted to be being
that thing on the sidewalk
beautiful-
whatever it was
that I saw
in the curvature of his eyes...