He is lucid
but not by Himself
He was kind to birds
because His spirit is one
His eyes were soft like the skin he once wore
that we bruised with gentle thumbs
when speaking of those who influenced Him, He was at peace.
He spoke of his children with joy
He was wild
He is pure
He lived to discover
His perspective was always curious
He travelled within his chair
frequently, He asked
now He lives at the tree
we went to young and old
now He is with those in the gulch
beyond Himself He used to visit
now He stays on the summit
antimaterally, He's befriended reed
materially He has sanctuary, here He is
He can breathe.
"He was kind to birds, because his spirit is one." I like this.
ReplyDeleteI don't really understand what this is saying, but it makes me feel something inside. Great job.
ReplyDelete"He was kind to birds, because his spirit was one."
ReplyDeleteyes.
This whole thing was pretty.
ReplyDelete"His perspective was always curious
He travelled within his chair"
Do you have an email? I'd really like to get in contact with you.
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