Author’s Note: I have respawned and died a thousand lives since I wrote this song for my Dear Muse and Friend. It is a wellspring of words, a touchstone to travel through time – always a place for editing, reframing, and sparking new stories. I am grateful.
Much love to you, as always.
restless ploughboy blues
bright light,
i miss you so much
that i feel like dying
every time
i hear
your name
so i speak it often,
slap-happy noon high
or creaking in darkness.
one time,
the wonder of living
was lost
to me
you returned it
asking only for mad poems
to solve hedgehog dilemmas.
blue nights,
lost in nightmares.
fighting the urge to call
broken
by the wish
to hear from your voice
that you remember
this path where
our lives once twined
and that we are real.
still life,
staring in mirrors
the safety we seek
lies
in loving ourselves
and being too kind
do not to pry as to why
it is easier
with you near
brother.
what we are not
can never be
again.
