As I drifted off last evening, I had no idea I’d see you again.
But there you were in my dream and it was wonderful to see you again my friend.
You made your way through this celestial space to meet me at the roily water’s edge,
And a smile came upon your face and it illuminated the skies.
….”and in the distance, I could hear Wolfgangs “Eine Kleine Nachtmusik” playing”

“How are you John?” I asked.
“I couldn’t be better Kurt because this Kingdom is so special” he replied.
And we tarried there awhile and shared memories with one another,
We reminisced of our childhood, growing up, and our happiest moments in life.
….“I felt as though something in my life had prepared me for this time with him”

As the clouds sped above us, you told me how much you missed your wife and children,
and how much you looked forward to helping them cross this river one day.
More than anything I needed John's help with this question... "If you see my Mom, would you tell her I love her and that I miss her every day?”
He assured me he would do his best to give her the message.
…”And just then, a quote appeared and it read “the smallest deed is better than the greatest intention”

And as I stood on one side of the river and you the other,
I flashed John the live long and prosper gesture and he to me.
He began playing one of my favorites on his Sax, and he disappeared into the clouds above me.
I awoke, still hearing his parting words resonating in my head….
**….Don’t cry because I’m gone, smile because I live on”

Oftentimes I find my self entranced
in how you'll catch me at a glance
when you first walk through our front door.
Will my leg dangle to the floor
with mischevious intent, my breast
concave inside itself and dressed
translucent in skin, glowing radiant
in what I reflect, a moon grey slate,
from your light source?
A celestial body on its course,
will I eclipse myself in the blinding dark
of an unconscious development
that lends me trembles delicate,
a slumbering lunar element circumvented
by a halo of blonde curls, suspended?
I spend centuries predicting
the me's I have and will depict,
yet it never is as I intend it.
You gravitate to me, unrestricted,
because we find ourselves addicted
to each other's whole, unscripted.

Inside a celestial highway I wandered. Head up in the stars, navigation system of heart aligned with beauty My body felt lighter jumping onto visions of my third eye. The trees whispered in wind to assist in take-off. The moment in breath exploded to drift with angels inside blessings. Soon I found myself in a paradise filled with wonder and admiration. A paradise, I a traveler in human form did take.

He? Glowing like neon lights
On a dark stark night
I don't even need
to stare him down
To see what he is made of.

He! Made of thousands of galaxies
And his eyes... a constellation
Out of bright burning blue stars
Hung upon a clear velvet sky
I tell myself, maybe that is why...

He, don't even bother to try
For when he speaks, his words it spills
Like ice-cold soda in my tongue
Simply cool though unrehearsed

He. The boy who could capture
A shooting star with his bare hands
Tell him, my satellite of a heart
is starting to orbit around his
Like a planet to the sun.

to the earth you stand on,
to the sky you look up at,
to the moon you always adore,
to the stars that spark dimly since your eyes,
to the sun your smile outshines,
to the whole constellation connecting more dots than words i have to express my love,
and to your holy name i love to hail,
your dreamy lips moving upward when you see me,
your body god himself carved that i love drowning myself in,

have i promised to love and protect you, against all odds.

You burn so bright,
(that sometimes it scares me
you'd burn yourself
and explode)
blinking rapidly in the absence of the sun.
And the thought of
not being able to hold you,
when all I ever wanted was to own you
breaks my heart.