Just us,
those last moments,
(not that we
expected them to be).

Those final words,
mundane,
with Ok
and See you
tomorrow then
or some such like.

Then the departure;
no last embrace,
no hint of final going
into the far off sunset.

Just us, my son,
those last words.

I cannot recall
your first words spoken
nor now your last
with any precision.

Your death was not
my idea or decision,
nor yours to decide
or to know it seems.

Surreal maybe
as in half sleeps
or waking dreams.

I talk to you still
even though you've gone
to other realms
beyond my sense so far.

Sometimes I sense you
passing out of my eye's
corner view
like some shooting
(did I see that?)
star.

I saw that glance
A short-lived romance.
I saw that smile
Think of me again, once in a while.
I saw that stride
A sudden nervous longing for
Our paths to coincide.

Rest in peace,
Your life was full.
A tender smile,
A restless soul.
When all the world seems a lie,
An unforgiving place,
Where not even the strongest, most caring, or most intelligent
Escape
Jack O' Lantern fates.

Look again.
Today they burned out
After having found love, dreams, and knowledge about
Their purpose.

Rest in peace,
Though I wish I had taken the time to
Talk the night away.
Spend another moment believing things stay.
People have a destiny,
None can stay,
So rest easy.
Life was a journey- even if only briefly.

I wished on a star too
Skipped rocks, flew off the inner tube
Played capture the flag, hide and go seek
Summer camp and climbing trees.

Passing notes, amusement parks, sports awards
Just Dance, sleepovers, boogie boards
Tire swings, smores, shirley temples,
Neighborhood friends, trampolines... few troubles.

A shooting star passed,
Silent tornadoes of memories
Come, lets ponder the time machine.
Just a kid, or maybe an adult- I'm 18.

Cherish past experiences, live for your dreams.

I want to sit on the banks of the Xi Jiang
Even if I am not connected to it in any way,
Yet.
I want to follow the west wind
Go to shadowy depths of cities, toss up ideas on mankind-
To opine about messages secretly received- opinions we’ve debated and have
Yet to.
I want to go where the lake has dried
Giddy when I dream of dropped treasure left behind- value, poor loiterers have
Yet to find.
I want to seek orange rinds
And follow them through the journey of tossed away remains
Protectors once, you know, in times of yesterday
I too have lost and have
Yet to preserve a place.
I want to peak through broken venetian blinds
Spy on sneaking criminals and discuss intentions
See how motives coincide
They entwine and have
Yet to preserve a place to fit in.
Where they are exactly how they perceive themselves, no chagrin
But, where they’re also still dreaming.

Left out and drenched blue
The sky could not change it's hue
Solace found in night.

Persistent contrast
Each had made the sky alive
It winked thankfully.

Accepted this fate
What purpose lay in repine
Smiled, oh the sunshine *azure!