No matter, the road you have taken and stars  counted
the journey still vibrates with your energetic laughter
splendid expression of hope companion.

You never  give up in defeat,  calm
you search out those moments, that will light up the rainbow
with a new shade of colour between deep blue and dark red
unraveling the ribbon of meaning.

Your dreams have magnified  in your collection of esoteric symbols
saying, seeing a hope future, power in the present and mapwork of
magic special people.What a concrete structure you stand between!
Rushmore looking back, the Rockies of the 90's and the art of
writers and poets coursing relentlessly through search engines of learning.

You must have danced on the doorstep
of  Woodstock turf of Freedom and jangled in Jimi Hendrix,
Santana Soul as you sailed through the years of magic
mushrooms and Castenada rolling hills in Ixtlan?  I cannot tell you
where your spirit was drenched and your body beautified
with eyes of opaque  violet emeralds looking through me as
a passerby on a slow train to nowhere?

I will wait at the next station to clip your ticket,
pull the whistle
stay back on this one last journey
to write the notes of the novel
that will embed this urgent understanding
in permanence.

I will wait.....

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