Travis

I am tormented and saddened

by the thought of never seeing you again.
Maybe it's best that way --- as one said earlier.

The fears of my preconceptions and false realizations
donned upon your brow
might only bring harsh reality in their wake.

In my remembrance, you are soul ---
that one existing breath of humanity and kindness.
If I could only inhale you
and have you course down through my being,
I would rejoice.

My memory serves well in its rashness and judging haven.
A haven which feeds my soul
with the fire of yours.
That fire which shall burn eternally
between our skies of perception.



19 March 1992

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