Sunday, February 17, 2013
Good people are hard to come by....and I cherish the point when all is revealed and you know who you can count on. Cheers to all my good people....I only hope I can be all that for you as well.
I stood outside, at the edge of your words
Shadow boxing with the depth of your softest thoughts
Gently prying open a door that lead to comfortable breezes and lilac.
You sat on a throne of words unique...indestructible
I couldn't pass....
As chaos made messes of your locks
I saw only the one that fell across your fateful forehead
Drawing attention to eyes that wept holy water and whiskey
Taking in all who dreamt of living beside arts stream, din and sin
I fall to the middle....
I threw you the keys to the old Ford and said you could drive
But you were tired of making decisions, but sat close beside me
You spoke of a place that cradled the need to talk to the universe
Where all are it, and none are crushed, recognizing only the need
of creative light....
I dream you pass untouched
And I follow in awe as always
Your faithful shadow.