that sure man
short
walking the hillside
traveling his mind
and be a spy god.
He was the kindest soul
of some that I have known
who gave up everything he knew
all his books
felt inspired
from horizons
publications
from what he said they were divine
revealed to him.
who can say
no one has the right to take
a miracle
far.
We all seek visions
hope for them
I hope we see further
comprehension
higher than the sky
to be able to sing.
through cloudy eyes
we embrace the stars
sunsets
babies born
miracles of life
and try to define them.
However, in his life of solving ideas
inside himself
the knife that cut my heart
hurt him too
getting ideas questioned
and silenced.
Two people in this story.
or a thousand times ten
before who would have thought
that such circumstances
beyond anyone’s horizon
would unravel
to such an unredeeming end?
can’t make me mad
no not now
because I was only reflecting
in the other heartbeats
bleeding
so
and
if you ever understood something
bleeding now
still.
walked among them
wanting to be heard by them
clown spaces
yawning faces
he thought he knew something
To tell them
but oh
his eyes did not see everything
and sadly now
thinking again
maybe nothing
absolutely.
that alone are the files
of our souls now
once so well defined
and layout
lost between the lines
never spoken
other perspectives
bragged about
other eyes
seeing everything
the days felt stormy
too bad we didn’t
see the signs.
self confident man
sometimes i wonder about him
if he was as broken as me
or if he ever really understood
those lost dreams
as they passed.
Sometimes I hold my box of tapes
reflect on all those mistakes
made
the costs and every part of ourselves
taken out
and reflect on
by my own judgment
meeting
as much
resume as him
and our unsuspecting
destination.