i'd spend a lifetime,

tearing stars from the night,

just to recreate your life.

this beautiful
complex man

with the magical
voice

a master of
wonder and

words that
help me

develop
imagination

and feelings
that want

to be shared
he speaks

and I listen
and speak

for myself

Riding
The color
Wheel

From
Liftoff
To splashdown

Onyx
Eyelids
Heavy with rheum

Waking to
Laminated
Stick-ons

A vinyl ocean
Of unco adhesion
And snap vacuum

Jettisoned
Trinkets
Of youth

Soaring
Prophetically
Overhead

Acquiescing
As scenes
Of upended worlds

The simple playgrounds
Both remembered
And loved