it is 1030
on a
a March
monday
morning

the magic
of your
eyes fall
over me,

and as
I look at
you,

in each
heartbeat
there is
a falling
off from
one to
the next.

deep drops
of anticipation
and great
urgency
to catch
my next
breath.

you are
a wonder
to all
that are
around
you.

a  song that
when once
heard
no one
can ever
get out
of their
head.

nor would
they ever
want to.

I learned
that lesson
long ago.

the sun will
follow the
moon and
then the
moon surrender
it's sky
again .

for millions
of years it
has been
adorn by
the stars
this way.

like you.
and your
timeless
beauty

it is
my only
explanation.

of you
that I

believe.

This moment

your dreams
come true,

I can tell
by how
you are.

blessed
by spirit
and God's
hands
upon you.

and moments
of you
have fallen
to me,

and I
cherish
them.

and keep
them safe
and warm,

perhaps it
was a
smile one
day or
the wording

of one of

your poems

the next.


they are
the footprints
that you
have left
upon me.

and I
have changed,

I appreciate
you more,

and I am
better for
these
moments

and in
my dream
I hope
you feel

the same.

As you stand
by the ocean black
water,

Your eyes
settle gently
between
heaven and
earth,

your thoughts
run like a
fairy tale
ending struggling
to find itself.

over in
the corner
of your
smile
your dreams
laugh back
at you,

and a thousand
clouds
overhead
beg you to
give them
your attention.

and the
sea before
you rocks
like a children's
lullaby
rocking you
to sleep.

and still
you stand
tall and gaze
out into
the water,

praying perhaps
for something
to come home
to you.

something lost,
something not
found deep
in your heart,

and between this
world and
the next.

long after
all the tears ,

that in your
life,

that you
might ever
cry.

I pray someday
you will

find it..

It's a
us day,

lying your
daydreams
against
the hard
back bark
of a
tilted
sycamore
tree,

watching
the child
of your
past
rise
up in
your eyes
to meet me.


so many
changes
between
then and
now.

young
and old.

so many
impressions
and curves
etched
on the
character
of our
lives

no longer
afraid to
look in
the mirror,

without
a prayer
first,

to ease
the view
of our
hearts.

and I

for now
I will
never
let anything
hurt
you,

or bring
you down.

or let
you ever
be cold,

you have
my words
to wrap
around
you

for all
of that.

may you
read me
and feel
me,

for all
the days
of your
life.

under this
sycamore
sky..

against this t

tilted tree

could
anything else
be more

beautiful than

that.

I dream
just outside
your smile.

just close
enough
for you
to know
that I
am there.

brushing
your hair
with a
touch,

moving
to reach
for your
hand with

a thought.

in a
moment
of my
own
redemption,

and stars
shine
brighter
in your
eyes,

than I
have ever
seen
before.

and what's
to think
of this
moment,

but to
live it
with all
of my
heart.

There is
a prelude
to your
smile,

and my
thoughts
some days
bask
there,

like a
jungle
cat
in shade
on a
steamy
hot jungle
afternoon.

and I
drift in
and out
of dreams,

like a
boat
arching
above
and below
the crests
of each
approaching
ocean wave.

not caring
of height
or depth
or direction
or wind,

but only
that I
am with
you for
this moment
sharing
this space
in time,

and dancing
with you
in God's
full view.

and suddenly
at midnight

my time

I imagine

you waking
far across the

Atlantic ocean,

sleep blossoms

still in your eyes,


and suddenly I

see your smile,



and suddenly

this moment

becomes
the best
dream

of all.

Let God
bless our steps
along this
snailed holed
wooden
boardwalk,

may he
give us time
to share
this day.


let the sea
come up to
spray kiss
our face.

let the wind
carry my
thoughts
all around
you free,

and lie
deep in
these day dreams
that you keep.

look far
over the
horizon line
and I am
but a whisper
from you
away.

to listen
to your prayers
and calm
your worries
you bear,

and walk
with you
close and
with great
pride on
this day.

be the love
to everyone
that you
are,

the solstice
flower
so bright
for all
to see,

the one that
seems to
grow in
impossible
places,

and I will
find you
and rejoice
at your
sight.

till time
fades this
life away...

till stars
dull and
die alone  in
their celestial
light...

I will
think of
you..

You are

the sunrise

to my

morning

every

morning,



the bringer

to light

and warmth

and the

vanquisher

of shadow

dreams.



you are

the gate

keeper

to all

that lies

inside you,



and I the

pauper

that stands

before your

gate.



one hand

open for

your generosity

of caring,



one hand

open for

you to

touch

my fate.



in these

distant

times when

we walk

on separate

paths



that still

somehow

have

brought

us here,



to this

place

this understanding,



that we

are so

much

more together



than we

could ever

be apart.

You have
become
to me

a river to
float
my spirit
away
on.

the tenderest
of places
to plant
a prodigal

poet's
seed.

where the
emotional trees
in my life
were cut
down
cold,

and left
to barren
long ago.

naughty
at the
sight
of you.

joyous
in celebration
at the

thought of 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



from your

first dream

to your

last dream

tonight.

Between
my God
and river
and earth.

your breath
your
open
heart,

is the
only constant
of the universe
inside
my imagination.

questions lie
unanswered,

like so many
pawns
left
unplayed
on a stone
tablet
chessboard
in a park.

and my
thoughts
fall to
you.

and my
open
hand
reaches
for you.

and the
crimson
color of
dusk
turns
to ash,

and star
gates
hide
in the
deepest
parts
of space.

where
your dreams
lie


and my
thoughts
and dreams
lie
with you.

unashamed
only
pure
in touch.

and I
am certain.
the
sun only
rises

because

it knows
to where
you
are.

And I

would not

let any

black thought

ever find you,



I would tend

to your dreams

like a



sheppard his

flock as

you sleep.



and calm

your whispers

and kindle

your dreams

of joy and youth.



doubt and despair

will not

find you,



for as you

sleep I

am there

for you to

trust and

lean upon,



our roots

run deep.

no wind

would ever

bend my

diligence and

thought of you.



and my

care for

your dreams

are beyond

the moon

and back again.



till morning finds

you awakening,



and my dreams

begin a

thousand miles

away.

(I will write to your pictures)


You stand tall
by the water's
edge
as it comes
to dance and
splash and sing
it's song
to you.

your day
is full of
the pieces
of heaven
that have
fallen into
your eyes,

and then
bless our
sight whenever
we look
into them.

and the wind
lifts and
tumbles  through
your hair
and the diamond
sparkles
that spray
across it
kiss the
horizon line.

like the magic
of falling stars
and light that
streaks across
the universe.

you dress
in diamond
black
and as
you think
your thoughts
bleed out
into the day,

like the rain
nurturing
all that
it finds in
it's path,

and in this
moments grace

your
beauty comes
to sweep the
day away.

Sometimes you
talk in whispers,

and I imagine
it must
be one of
the most glorious
things in
the universe.

to sit there
beside you
and then whisper
back at you
in return.

so young
you are
like a window
you look through
and then see
everything for
the first time,

my life is so
far past those
moments
so I leave them
all to you,

so you may
smile and sing
in  the
beauty in
everything.

to wander
and find
priceless diamonds
in your lover's
eyes.

and love
in everyone
and everything
that you see.

hold tight.

just as I hold tight
now ...

in this moment
of writing
you.

you grace us
by your sight,

bless us by
your innocence
and circumstance.

and I would
share a thousand
jelly beans
with you
after school,

like kids
without reason
laughing in
a  park

we are free.

And the
promise of forever
falls through
our eyes,

and your husband sees
it at first light.

the baptism
of stars
and your destinies
in your smile,

everything becomes
you, and wishes
and dreams
of your life
together.

so many
questions
answered and
yet to so
many questions
in life
to overcome.

except for one.

you are exactly
where you need
to be with him
sleeping under
evening stars,

making love till
the night runs dry.

and then
waking in
the morning
stronger in
spirit deeper
in love.

blinded by
the light
that God has

given thee.

a poem for a friend who is slowly dying from a rare brain disease


this day.



nothing

left in

my old

jean pockets,



only a

point

of view

you,



and it is

as soothing

as a

summer

california

sun upon

my body,



and as

holy

as a

sermon

from my

sunday

church.



I kick

off my

shoes

and run

my feet

through

this park's

uncut grass,



I am

certain

some where

in Carolina

that you

must be

doing the

same,



then I

pause

look up

at the

clouds,



and I

wish upon

them to

myself.



please one

of you

take me

to where

you are.,



but only

silence

greets me

as they

pass from

view.



and I am

left behind

once again.



with this

day

and this

point of

view of

you.



that tastes

like



honey upon

my lips..

till
the end

lean
on me.

baptize
yourself
in a
piece of
sky,

and I
will hear
your
prayers.

roll down
a meadow
hill as
a child
of our
mother
earth.

and
I will
celebrate
in your
laughter.

lie down
to dream
at night
and whisper
all your
doubts
and trials
by fire.

and my
soul will
be your
pillow
and keep
you safe.

we do
not strive.

we are.

we do
not see
with our
eyes
we dance
naked
in our
spirits.

to know
the difference.

of black
and white.

to cry
and mean
it.

to love
and be
true
to it.

at all
costs.

like river
reflecting
sky.

grain to
earth.

life
to death.

we are
of this
place

for the
beating
of a heart.

for the
failing light
on a
horizon"s
line.

and I
thank
God.

for meeting
you.

and for the
poems
that I
write
you

tonight.

(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.

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

It is

the cruelest

of cuts

unkind.



the dying

from within.



a rattlesnake

strike that

found

it's mark.



who rots the

flesh and

rapes your

mind.



and then

takes

from you

a part

that could

not be

saved.



and like a

demon who

has  come to

visit you.



unwelcomed

and without

remorse,



sometimes

you will

sink deep

into it's

pain.



and a piece of

you will

be gone,



a high

price for

pay for

no chance

at salvation...



to this

new seed

that you

have

become.

I welcome

you.



in the darkest

of times,

in the depths

of your despair,



I will breathe

life into you,



and you

into me

as well.



in the

shadows

of your

solitude,



here is

where I

will come to

love you

best.

It is

late at

night,

your mind

and thoughts in

a million

pieces.



the winter

wind

blows through

the trees

like a beggar

running up

and down

this dead

end street.



a jab step

here a

jab step

there  never

one hundred

percent certain

of it's

own direction.



it runs

itself

exhausted,



like a kite

half broken

in the sky.



preparing to

crash hard.

upon your

heart.



this moment

you will

never forget



but after this

fate has

settled.

I will

stand waiting.



I will

carry

your broken

and weary

body home.





I will

not leave

you cold

in the

ground

unrecognized..



I will

not ever

let you

fall again.....





.

The moment is

incased

in shattered

glass

in your

head,



a memory

you wear

like cheap

clothing

torn and

a little bit

tattered

for all

to see.



it keeps

you a

prisoner

in your

day.



like the

sour taste

of a

spoiled

apple that

you can't get

out of

your mouth.



or a grapevine

broken from

your heart

that can't

find another

life to

take root..

within.



in moments

like these

I think about

you in

clouds

and send

you hope

and dreams

to look

forward to.



and cool

pillow thoughts

to lay your

head upon.



you are

not alone

look up.



in clouds



we are

there.

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

This night

knows

the lie.



and it

wasn't

you.



only a

bleeding

glimpse of

something else

someone else.

tangled

there

struggling

in the

night.



a stunt

performer

without

a net.



not your

choice.



and that

one reality

sets you

free.



look

hard inside

your heart.



and the

lie ends.



and your

beauty

begins

again.



I have

seen it,

I have

felt it .



from the

very first

moment

you began

to cry.



the lie

has ended.

(for my friend who is passing from a slow spreading brain disease)

an ugly

disease of

innocence

yes.



but a

innocence

to be

born

again

just the

same.



the slight

lifting of

your face

to catch

a smile.



the pausing

of a moment

to let

the sun

radiate

your face.



a whisper

to the

evening

canopy of

stars,



to yourself

"this pain

will pass"



but they

are all

still

there for

you to

dream

and wish

upon.



to take

your breath

away.



in the

joy and awe

of a

moment.



when your

soul

holds still,



and the

universe

can be

found

beginning in

your eyes.



and you

smile back

in return.

I read

very carefully

the words

you write,



it is like

walking through

a ditch of

broken

pieces of

glass that

have been

thrown before

me.



i wish

you were

here to

guide me,



because

with each

piece of

you I try to

pick up

and hold

I bleed.



such are

the edges

around your

words.



but I bleed

gladly,



it is something

I do for

you without

question or

hesitation or

doubt.



so I

will stay awhile

on this page

with your

words tonight.



your poems

offer much.



and if

it kills

me I

will be

standing here,



waiting for

you someday



when you

walk out

the other

side.

In blackened

night,

I would

bend my

dreams

to you,



in your

moments of

doubt to

make you

whole.



I would

give my

eyes to you

to see,



whenever

yours might

tire from

the loss

of joy

or hopelessness

in your

smile.



and in

the ending

of a

moment

the breaking

of a heart,



I will salvage

through you

for anything

that remains,



and I will

hold you

high to

the sky

and sing

out to God

"yes!

my friend

is here. "



and as

wind blows

and dust

settles still,



I will dance

with you

upon your

sorrows,



and kiss

your brow

and chase

and find

salvation.



for only

the joy

of a

moment

inside your

eyes.



I would

dream of

you.



.

Take the

colors from

my hand

pink jelly bean

blue jelly bean

red jelly bean

white.



fill your

taste buds

with rainbow

delight.



shadows

run away

from your

eyes and

tears no

longer swell

from your

sorrow.



lay back

on a hill

and chase

pillow shaped

animal clouds

across the

sky.



and I will

sit with

you and

talk

and listen

to all the

dreams you

dream.



I will

give you

peace and

understanding

in all

the questions

and doubts

you have.



pink blue

red white.



I will be

here with

you tonight..

In a moment

you vanish

like the morning

dew,



suddenly but

still,



I feel your

moisture

on my face.



the presence of

your well

being.



and in

the dark

places that

sometimes

you sit,



though I

cannot find

you,



a prayer

is just above

your head.



a thought

for you

to wrap

your dreams

around.



and all

that was

before is

now a

reflection

of the

sunlight

in your

eyes.



and it

is a calm

and carries

the salvation

of  the

twinkling

of an evening

star.



may your

sometime tears

dry,



may your

broken hearted

moments mend.



and above

all may

I be the

one to

find you.



in the

moment after

come to

heal.

(this poem is for when you might ever feel blue )



The moment is

incased

in shattered

glass

in your

head,



a memory

you wear

like cheap

clothing

torn and a little

bit tattered

for all

to see.



it keeps

you a

prisoner

in your

days and

nights



like the

sour taste

of a

spoiled

apple that

you can't get

out of

your mouth.



or a grapevine

broken from

your heart

that can't

find another

to take root..

within.



in moments

like these

I think about

you in

clouds,



and send

you hope

and dreams

to look

forward to.



and cool

pillow thoughts

to lay your

head upon.



you are

not alone

look up.



in clouds



we are

there.

an ugly

innocence

yes.



but a

innocence

to be

born

again

just the

same.



the slight

lifting of

your face

to catch

a smile.



the pausing

of a moment

to let

the sun

radiate

your face.



a whisper

to yourself

you are

an angel of

the stars,



to the

evening

canopy of

black.



but they

are all

still

there for

you to

dream

and wish

upon.



to take

your breath

away.



in the

joy and awe

of a

moment.



when your

soul

holds still,



and the

universe

can be

found

beginning in

your eyes.



and you

smile back

in return.

In the

morning when

I first

open my

eyes,



could I

once see

your calico

smile

before me.



gift of

a gypsy



your eyes

the depth

of an ocean

still.



I sit

before you

writing these

poems to

you

as  a debt

that I owe

to you.



words for

you to live

by,



in all of

my dreams

that surround

you.



and the things

that you

have loaned

me are

simply

these words

to you

that I write.



in comfort

for your

solitude a

blanket to

wrap around

your head

and heart..



and in

the redemption

of all

things tender

and righteous



your jelly

bean smile

graces me



and suddenly

the universe

is a beautiful

place.....

Like fallen

leaves

you come

circling

down to

me,



under grey

skies and

broken

wishes.



and I

wait for

a word

not really

needing a

explanation,



of who you

are what

you dream

about.



just a

moment

in time

of you.



and hope

is a rainbow

in your eyes,



amid the

chaos of

doubt and

expectations

in your

life.



and I offer

you jelly beans

as a

surprise in

hope and trust

that you

will smile

with me

someday

and dance.



such are

the great wishes

of small

poets

that meet

along the

great road

of life.



and in any

day of

mine I would

say it

has

been my

greatest honor

to sit

under these

smoke stacked

colored skies,



and daydream



and write

to you.

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."

(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.

If we were 10.

through
my child's
eye,

thoughts
of you
skip across
my mind,

like pebble
thoughts
thrown
on a river.

on a
summer's
day,

while
children play.

innocence
parading
homemade
kites a
bending,

to the
shears
of the wind
at Tempest
heights.

back pockets
emptied,

to a new
friend
offered

all that
I worldly
possess,

the ******* jack
compass,
the slinky,  
and the  
cat's eye
marble
blue.

I give
to you

and
nothing
less.