Beautiful things

don't ask

for attention,



such is

the nature

of how

you are.



within the

darkest fabric

of your

minds night

lies the

rhythm and

reason

of who

and what

your dreams

will become..



the answer

to your

questions and

doubts,



and the banket of

uncertainty

that sometimes

you cover

your heart

and eyes.



all these

pieces are

you scattered

on the floor,



like so

many pieces

of a broken

window

that you

don't want

to look

through any

more.



and so I

sit here with

you,



and whisper

to the forest's

song.



between your

thoughts

and gentle

offerings.



wanting you

to know  

one thing,



how beautiful

you are.

It was

a moment

I will never

forget.



I watched

close I

listened  deep,



as your pain

was driven

into the

deep water.



and I am

certain.



Hell died

in your

eyes today.



and the

sun burned

all the

places in

your life

of doubt

and pain

naked,



parched

to ashes

and burnt

offerings.



and afterward



you  sat in

a field

of washed

out yellow

flowers,



and pecan

colored dirt.



and you

fingered round

circles over

and over again

in the Earth.



and above

your eyes

were miles

and miles

of jelly bean

clouds.



ready to

burst...

in celebration,



and your

once torn

soul whispered

to you

with salvation,



and for the

first time

in a long

time you

answered

back.

Everything in

your first

morning breath

surrenders

yourself

to who and

what you

love.



I can sense it.



in the wink

of the eye

the touch of

your hand,



the falling of

your eyes

to someone

you care

about.



they are

the moments

that

baptize

your day.



you are

a giver,



a sacrifice

to the holy

meaning in

this upside

down shadowed

world.



and a

daydream

for me

would be



just to  sit

and talk

with you

this blessed

morning ...



and let

the universe

pass us

by,



let our

heartbeats

leap between

each other's

heartbeats

and be

perfectly

in tune.



and never

care for

a moment

to ever

jump back

on that

carousel of

this world

again.



instead just to

sit and listen

to your stories

to catch wind

of your

jelly bean

smile now

and again,



to hear

your laughter

fill your

sky.



and I know

everything would

be better.



I can feel it.



because I

am certain,



you are

the pieces

of me



and I

to you...

The yellow

flowers in

your picture,



they are

there for

you not

you for

them,



I can

feel it

it is how

you move the

universe

and all

of it's pieces

around you.



you are

a rare

one of

a kind

phenomena



a first kiss,

a baby's

first cry

from a

mothers womb.



you give

the yellow

meadow

it's depth

and substance,



it's true

beauty inside

your eyes,



jelly bean yellow

full of heart.



and the

sky embraces

your hair

with the

radiance

of a new

born sun,



giving life

to all

who see

it. creating

a center

to the

universe for

all to be.



and I

have come

to bathe

in your shimmer

and submerge

in your

heart and

dance in

your mercy.



if only

for a

moment that

I will never

forget.



as I

look at

the sky and

listen and

dream about

the wonderment

of life

of love

and you...

There is a

sun patch

over your

shoulder just

backside

over that

hill,



a gift

from a

angel perhaps

to celebrate

and drink

full of

this moment.



let's sit

and daydream

for a while

and laugh at

odd stories,



and talk

about bad

poets and

sad poems

that we have

both written

a few,



let's take

a moment

to breathe in

each others

glory,



and laugh

and play

like children

often do.



tag your it!



and it

sets

your golden

fleece hair

dancing upon

the wind,



like a wildfire

out of control.



like a

force of

nature without

measure.



and your

laughter

is a

gentle

respite my

soul to

enjoy and

dream about.



on this

Tuesday morning

on a hill



with your

glorious

smile,



and jelly bean

eyes of



perfect blue...

You are

all of

the flavors

and colors

and textures

of a

bag

full of

jelly beans.



I recognized

that instantly

about you,



for as a child

I had

that look

too.



and your

eyes over

flowing

with life,



giving light

and warmth

to all

who see

them.



tender resting

places for

a poor man's

soul to

die.



or a old

poet's heart

to wander

about.



you and

your jelly bean

smile,



and dreams

do come

true and

stars due

fall before

your eyes

for a moment.



and now out

of the

black into

the blue,



in this

moment,



I  see

you.

( 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."