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I stood in your memory
under a blood moon sky
as restless as those thorns
in your head that steal
all your music
as the cacophony of the world
slipped eerily by
there were abrasions on your
heart's own knuckles
I noticed them even when you couldn't
a cool riff costs one's forethought
so very much
Hendrix had it you chimed
Morrison drugged his away
Lennon you sighed was murdered
and that was all you would say
yet I heard you humming Strawberry Fields Forever
as I snaked my way down the spiral steps of your
ramshackle apartment
your music and sadness
like my poetry sometimes
entwined to create something
worth experiencing
life as it were
even if only when it's down in the doldrums
beauty is a trampoline
we jump on
but only when we have the strength
to bounce
I understand that now
more years after your unexpected death
and so many of your subtle lessons still
so gently begin to click
thank you for unknowingly teaching me
a few more abstract layers about life
you were always
'Lyrics To An Unfinished Melody'........................
(Sept. 16, 2012 838pm)