A man of anguish I once met,
He regaled me with tales of woe.
I told him of my space and time,
Hours he listened to me drone on.
Twisting, turning and writhing in pain,
His tortured soul screamed for relief.
I told a story of my own dear Saviour,
For a while he seemed to believe.
The music of his heart was greater by far,
Than made with harpsichords and bows.
A full display of netherworlds in song,
While exploding stars crashed below.
I would seek him often during months and years,
When my days turned into my nights.
He granted me audience again and again,
Truly a mad scientist's delight!
A poet, a painter, a dreamer, a fool,
Too good for the likes of this world.
Thinking so often in an abstract way,
Left his mind in a whirl.
When light fades to dark and dreams grow dim,
I think of his wisdom and glow,
It lights up the fringe of my ghostly mind,
With embers of a blackened rainbow.
Copyright 2008. John Rockie Coppolella. All rights reserved.
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