( for a friend of mine who is slowing passing from a rare brain disease)

It is still

all around

you,



like a black

tar it

clings to

your bones

and hopes.



like a cold

wind it

blows and

echoes

through

your soul.



certainly not

a gift,

but a curse.



incurable

a marking

on your

young life

written on

a wall

in a cavern

deep

inside

yourself.



and sometimes

at blackest

night

it is

a place

you feel

you have

to go.



but I

say this.



"take my

hand and

let us

go this

way other

way instead."

(for a friend  who is slowly passing from a rare brain disease )


it is late,

the  moon hangs

over you like a

broken love

sentence

from another

fallen

relationship.



and what is to

become

of you,

and stirred

heartbeats,

that make

me think

that you

and I have

have shared

many

moments

like these

before.



and so I

will write

to you.

my muse

for a time,



and you

perhaps

will simply

half smile at

me in return.



and that

my friend

will

make all

the difference

in the world...

(to a friend of mine who is slowly passing from a very rare brain disorder, who's life will nver be a cake walk again...)


To the

rest of

the world,



Sunrise creeps

over the

horizon line

slowly without

purpose,



one day

the same

as the next..



but for you

no morning is a

ordinary morning,



or something

put together

as neatly as

a sailor's bed.



your dreams

lie scattered

across the

floor like

a runaway

train on

christmas morning.



no tracks.



Your train

runs mad,

in pain and

bleeding.



without a

destination.

only fractured

stops along

it's way.



and you

want to

get off

you pray

to get off,



but your  fate

is a broken

angel.



and your

tears

rainbows falling,



that only the

Gods can

see.

know.

this.



I have

the same

dreams,



I feel

the same

change

of seasons

and need

for restless

walks..



I hunger

for the

same

desires

and union

of souls.



and I

will find

you .



in the

wind

touching

my face,



in ancient

spirit

calls..



in diamond

speckled

skies

at night.



know this.



from

this moment

on I  will

hold

closer

still



the sunrise

when I

first awake.



and sigh....

for you.

Somewhere

in this

ancient

night.

,

your spirit

sleeps

deep.



and all

the essence

that is

you.



entwines

and breathes

and moves

in everything

that is

around

you.



it is a

shadow

dance

you do,



that binds

you engrains

you in

everything

that you

are.



and from

now on

every day

I feel

its energy,



breathe

it's scent,



it intoxicates

me to dream

of you.



in life's

slumber

moments,



it inspires me

to give you

peace and hope

and love at any

moment,



that you feel

that there

is none.

The gentle
turn of
your smile.

a gift
of heart.

your chest
rises
and falls.

moods
of siren
yearnings
fill the
room.

situation
adorable.

a poet's
words
dangled
out of
place.

the
sweet
smell
of you.

the magic
of the
air as
you walk
through
my dreams.

touching
here
laughing
there,

like
a Arcangel
in flight.

wings to
carry
me away.

far from
view.

to the
places
where
all good
things
go.

to shed
their
lies
and reveal
themselves.

on God's
cutting
floor.

where the
two
becomes
one.

and the
one,
is
never
two

again.

Nothing must
ever be
left
unsaid
between
us.

or we
risk the
chance that
we may
truly
be lost.

nor midnight
whispers
unspoken,

nor morning
sighs seeking
refuge
unanswered

nor bleeding
promises
forsaken

to dust.

all are the
treasures
of you
I keep.

this moment
this embrace

they are
the seeds

of all
we might
ever
become

together.