I awoke to
The memory of
Us two men
As children playing
In sandboxes and
Seesaws on swings
And slides in
Tents enjoying finger
Puppet adventures in
Front of flickering
Candles and eventually
Sleep at last
Dreaming of the
Days adventures and
Joy one day
My friend upon
Your return we
Will soar like
Eagles on high
Thermals gliding wing
To wing towards
The heavens us
I see life
In As’s and
Like’s the world
Pops for me
In technicolor in
Images like a
Map laid before
Me with savanna
And forest everywhere
What I spy
Is lush like
Handfuls of gemstones
Each one holds
It’s own secret
Like your whispers
Late at night
You next to
Me are my
Metaphor unlocking each
And every other
Moored off the
Coast surrounded by
The thick dense
Fog of life
A howling horn
Moans warning cliffs
A sweeping beacon
Catches my eye
Prompting me to
Follow my bulky
Oversized hull scrapes
Along the bodies
Of others as
I blindly navigate
Finally breaking free
Dawn rises brightening
My path to
You a white
Tower whose sound
And light welcomes
Me safely home
This is the
Love of friendship
There is a
Far greater beauty
In imperfection than
Perfection I walk
With crutches because
I’m imperfect yet
Who is not
We’re all disabled
My friends it’s
Just that I
Wear mine outside
You are but
One drop part
Of a deluge
One simple part
Of a typhoon
But that one
Single thing that
Syncopates with my
Heart as you
Leap from there
To here creating
A River or
Ocean or something
As simple as
Rain yet you’re
Not one of
Many you’re my
One simple drop
Dripping and screeching
Weeeee I’m here
Now see me
For in one
Blink I’m gone
