Oh Lord,
how few normal people there are in this world!
Only me and my imaginary friends.

they say, 'it's all in your head...'

i ask, 'where else is it supposed to be...?'

time and times to remember
sailing mostly quietly by

a memory worth remembrance
-love you found despite yourself

travelling a finite road
-with eternal consequence

friends and past lovers gone
-often prayer leaves lips

a whispered personal conversation
with the God of Love

in your loneness
this the best youv got.

An old friend said writing it down won't do
He was unclear that writing is my art and my lifelong friend
Every essence,nuance,color  travel is captured in my mind
Then it is crafted and when I feel it works then it becones a poem
So Dear Danny ,who left us long ago
I do write.it down because I am a writer