Imagine.

After visiting a place, where he once had visited, I had to let out the words.

Imagine.

He was here in this place.
Standing and laughing with friends.
just there, he stood taking a picture,
Leaning on the rail, full of smiles.

That same bridge, made him consider
how many had crossed over and why.
He pondered its past and present.
the history made throughout time.

He walked down these knowing brick stairs,
Jumping two at a time- so carefree.
Life provided such chances for joy
for a young, bright prodigy of a man.

Now. Here. Stand I.
Grasping to hold at the gates
rattling with the pressure of
the raw feelings escalating inside.

Do you know I am here, thinking of you?
Is your soul able to join me today?
Can you know how much I am longing
To call you out by your name?

Reviews

[An owl on the moon]

One can feel the wondrous longing found in this place, the world alive in the fragrance and form of the one who moves your soul so deeply. And how your voice must have sounded like a warm fire on those cold winds.

[thetish]

Your words are always a treasure. Thank you kindly for taking time to read and comment.