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

A belief,

On our

great

journey,



we must

leave

the world's

reasons

behind,



like the

fallen lies

of a

child"s

nursery

rhyme



instead

in a

open field

I will

sit and

mediate

you.



this is

real.



I feel it

through

and through

the marrow

of my

weary

bones.



and as

I sit

the

flowers

will

color me,



and the

air

will breathe

life into

me.



and all

that I

see will

take

root in

who you

are.



I do

not ask

why.



to me

it is

not a

child's

nursery

rhyme



it is

so much

more.



and I

shall

believe

it until

the day

that I

die..



and my

spirit

leaves this

world behind.



through

the open

sky..

(this poem is for a friend of mine who is slowly passing from a rare brain disease)

and the

passion of

your words

and the touch

of soft

nippled *******,



sets the world

to fire ,

and gives

love quiet embers

that touch

and dance across

the sky.



and you

will survive

your loses,



and in life

and love

you will maximize

your wins.



I can read it

in your words

and I applaud

you in your

gentle nature.



nothing and

no one can

take from

you what

you do

not give.



you are

a star everlasting,



where wishes

soar far

from sight,



and prayers

are answered still

in the

breath of

a child's heart.



and old

relationships

and past

pains all

turn to dust.



I have

dreamed it

and seen it

come true in

your eyes.



you are a

miracle.

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


You have
become
to me

a river to
float
my spirit
away
on.

the tenderest
of places
to plant
a prodigal
seed.

where the
trees
in my life
were cut
down
cold,

and left
to barren
long ago.

naughty
at the
sight
of you.

joyous
in celebration
at your
laughters
first sound.

no longer
afraid of
changes

you bring
upon me.

let the
tangerine
sunset
lie me
down.

and rest
in the
beats
between
the beats
of your
heart.

and mine

tonight..

And the

dawn

sleeps over

your dreams

and the call

of a voice

inside you

reminds

you that

you are

still

a child of

these days.



looking for

innocence

again,



is there

no one

here to

remind you

of that



and walk

with you

a while.



lost inside

your house

where sometimes

nothing looks

familiar,



let your walls

fall down,



heal the

the heart.



and love will

see you

and take your

hand again.



and run

with your

dreams

awhile,



and you will

remember

the child

inside

you

let it free.



across this

South Carolina

cinnamon sky.



and I will

celebrate

your smile

once again

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

The moon makes

you cry.



falling down

hard to

find the

grip to stand.

again.



knees bloodied

and bruised.



and the night

doesn't

miss a moment

and it will

come back to

take you

down again

tomorrow.



you are a

prisoner of

it's tides.



tracing your

steps in your

mind back to

the beginning.



they always lead

back to nowhere.

and being

alone.



and now

loneliness

is your

only lover.



and a touch

is as foreign

to you as

an apple on

a pear tree.



and you will have

none of it.



blinded by

the light,



dreams in

black and white.

you pretend in ways

I can't even

imagine.



just to survive.

but through it all



if you should

ever need me

I will be there

I will be there.



in midnight's wind

fleeing at

the darest

of times



when in

the night ,



You feel a

gentle kiss

upon your face.

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

Morning.

open up

your sleepy

eyes,



like a cat

stretching out

on a

sun sprinkled

front

porch step.



slow down

your racing

mind.



sit and watch

the fire

of life begin

all around

you.



stay warm

in it's

embrace.



walk awhile

kiss the

clouds to

mend  your

broken heart.



and wait

for a

moment

until they

kiss you

back.



and the air

holds

you and

the sky

loves you

and you

are apart

of everything

that you

see.

take a

moment and

breathe,



and at

that moment

I will

feel it too.

(for a friend of mine who is slowly dying of a rare brain disease)


Dance with

your shadow

and half moon

smile within

it's secrets

that it

carries

with you

through

the night.



you are

different

now but

not lost

to the

black sky

without

light.



whispers

to the night,



a song

perhaps to

amuse

yourself,



worry not

any further

you are

on a different

road,



and in

finding

yourself

again,



it will mean

so much

more.



like the

moment a

artic river

meets the

pacific sea,



it is so much

more that

it becomes.



as will

you my

friend.



when one

day you

will have

peace.



as inside

you a

river meets

the sea.