A little while ago a lovely friend died suddenly. He lived life to the brim despite difficulties that would defeat many. We shared a joy in creativity. I hope this makes him smile:
I dreamed a boy taller than poplars
spinning laughter into leaves;
I dreamed a boy dainty as dandelion
lazing his head in the sunshine;
I dreamed a boy brighter than fire
lush with paint and proud;
I dreamed a boy fresh as beaujolais
gentle and unashamed.
I dreamed a boy that startled hearts,
shook the day to bursting,
proved love is not a dream.
kj22oct10
