A blood-orange, peeled, bleeds bright
across the horizon, then slips silently
beneath a wave of ruddy light, so sanguine.

Night falls away to a golden glitter
spilling glimmering light above our heads;
a cricket stretches and moans a scratchy tune.  

We drink of this spilled juice,
wear the sparkles in our hair,  
and dance to the tiny violinist's song.

You were all the world to me in this scene.
You were a blood-orange bright.  
You were the sparkle of the night.

You were and are the cricket's song forever in my ears.

I know you wonder
how it is that I forget you;
but that is not true

I remember every flower
though they have been picked
and pressed between the pages
of an old book

I remember birds that once flew,
between wind-stained trees
though they are gone now,
replaced by others too soon to leave

I have only forgotten how to live,
for what I do now is wait,
for another spring morning
the same as last year
and the year before
because I know my memories will bloom

As will you

Though I have not fallen apart
it is not a sign that I do not love you;
it is that strength of being alone
that sustains us

I will light the fire once again
and in the candles light
I will see you and know
that what burns in me
also burns in you
and that neither of us
can extinguish the other

Even if we must live apart

Summer brought so much pain
Dont know if I'll be the same
Been some years  since you passed
I would give it all just have you back

Sleep well goodnight
You'll always be on my mind
Sleep well my friend
I know one day I'll see you again

I miss the times we had
And the memories we shared
When I close my eyes
I can see you great big smile

Sleep well goodnight
You'll always be on my mind
Sleep well my friend
I know one day I'll see you again

This I must testifie
You have touch my life
I wrote. This for you
I hope it gets to you

Sleep well goodnight
You'll always be on my mind
Sleep well my friend
I know one day I'll see you again
I know we will meet again

When Dona died
The spring grasses yellowed,
Our cheeks ashen.  Her hair became a little redder
In our minds.  The boy and the man strained

Under the constraints
Of communication.  What was the sign
For "everything will be alright"?  "Fine,"
Yes, you should say, "Fine."  That is better.

Better than just, "okay".

MY DEAR HEART. STOP. IT HAS BEEN TOO LONG. STOP. YOU HAVE GROWN COLD WITH HURT. STOP. YOUR DRUM IS OFFBEAT. STOP. BUT REMEMBER WHEN YOU WERE YOUNG. STOP. YOU BURNED AND PUMPED MOLTEN GOLD AND WERE UNAFRAID. STOP. REMEMBER THOSE DAYS SO THEY MAY COME AGAIN. STOP. THIS PAIN IS NOTHING NEW. STOP. WE NEED IT TO FIND THE JOY WE LOST. STOP. YOU WERE MADE FOR LIVING. STOP. NEVER FORGET THIS. STOP. THE TIME HAS COME TO OPEN SHOP AGAIN. STOP. WE MUST DUST OFF OUR WARES AND RESTOCK THE SHELVES. STOP. I KNOW IT HURTS. STOP. IT IS MEANT TO HURT. STOP. THE HURT REMINDS US THAT WE ARE ALIVE. STOP. AND WE ARE ALIVE. STOP. COME AND FEEL THE SUN AGAIN. STOP. COME FIND ME. STOP. I WILL BE WAITING FOR YOU. STOP.

GIVE MY REGARDS TO THE LUNGS.

the day you went
   into that other world
the day spring began
is etched into my memory

I know
thousands of mothers die
every day

but this time
it was you

my mother

to bend
to the limits
of our life

hurts

almost beyond words

Ever have that moment where a thought crosses your mind?
Just like any other random thought?
But this thought, causes you to stop in mid stride.
Makes words stop flowing from your mouth when in conversation.
The thought makes your face immobile.
No expression upon it...
Or emotion appearing within the eyes.
Almost like a mask, portraying a veil that covers what you wish not to be seen.
Everyone has those moments...
Sometimes when you're alone, or when you're around others.
That thought reveals a moment from the past that found its way into the present.

There was a stunning symbolism floating through the air that night.
We laughed about it without acknowledging it out loud,
Fumbling with lighters and glances cast downward.

I jumped a fence, in a dress, four hours past curfew.
You said, "You owe me an adventure, I saved your life today."
You had, and every day before that.

But never again since.

I hope whenever you see Queen Anne's Lace growing wild, you think of holding my hand and laughing and smiles.
I hope when you walk past that barbed wire fence with the dead plants intertwined with it, you remember how achingly beautiful I thought it was.
I hope you remember how long I spent taking pictures.
I hope you remember how you always threatened to keep walking - but never did.
I hope whenever you see someone with the same battle scars as me, you bite your tongue.
I hope instead, you give them a little faith - the kind you gave me every day.
I hope you think of me - sometimes, at least - when you pick up a pencil and begin writing one of those beautiful poems.
I hope you never forget me saying how much I hated the eerie darkness just after sunset, and how I still walked with you every evening that summer, through the twilight.
I hope you never forget the first time I said "I love you." It was short and passing and it took you aback. A lot of the things I said were short and passing and took you aback, but they were always true. Always.