Aiden

about a man who means alot

I'm sorry I came late.
Does this find you?

I see you young here,
small as the horizon's
crows,
blood-in-the-drain young.
This is
a sharp-dressed man
turned
angry road kill boy-
sleeping on floors,
setting friends on fire,
kissing the rails
under a train-
in a silver sunrise second.
You've found early
it seems
that one cannot trust death
as defense,
and still
it seems
you wear him
on the only cross you trust.
The future
that sits on these old lyrics
leaves me dizzy.
How many lives have you left behind?
The hint of
today
whispered cold
like you knew who you were
in your head, in your heart.
It was hidden somewhere
in the end.
Even then.
How long have you been
savouring our impatience?
Twisting our presense
around your childhood's ghost?
How many souls now
Wil?
You had me now
so long ago.
Now
who am I to destinguish
a dream from
lucky nightmare but
surely
this kid
became
the dream.

Author's Note

It's a strange feeling, when you learn to love someone, then happen upon their past-lives, and feel almost guilty for not being there for them then.

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

"How long have you been
savouring our impatience?
Twisting our presense
around your childhood's ghost?"
I enjoyed this tale. I like the feel of mystery in the tale.I wanted to know more. You danced on subjects and create visions and things to ponder. Thank you for the outstanding poetry.
Coyote