Author Information
A GIFT NAMED DENNIS
Folder:
JOURNAL #28 no longer does this night reflect pale
a series of habits make a collection
of the passing years in my mind
strength forms from the simple knowledge
of just knowing
that we are here for a higher purpose
and our journeys are paved with familiar
out posts and markers to help guide us
unto that darkest most frightful path we've
never before ventured to take
my path most days is clear
the night offers me water along the way
tiny cuplets of sustanance
that make me hunger for lakes of such greatness
yet tapped
the flowers and foliage usher me to the shore
the sand feels good on my newly bared feet
and there is where I get the pleasure of seeing you
at the water's edge where I bend to drink.
that gentleness
that fleeting ecstatic little smile of warmth
gazes so unharmed at me
through the separation of the water's reflection
and it's there that we alas
truly begin to see
each other and even our selves
but only momentarily
until the breeze steps up and disturbs the view
not unlike here
in this tiny box arrowing out in all directions of th world
I see you
yes
and feel your pull
one unbreakable thread
amid the cotton that makes up the blankets of
a million many other non descripts(threads that is)
holding my thoughts in place
as the beauty of innocence and truth
confront me on my computer screen
your life could have not entered mine at a better moment
to me, from God, you are a gift
uncontaminated and
attached with
the most welcomed beloved greeting card
a soul like me could ever again for, wish
a little brother
an enlightened shadow that now chooses to walk beside
my own soul
Dennis, can you even imagine now, my joy as I am writing this?
my heart tells me that you can............................
Melissa
(written July21,2003 303am)
