Tim

Life is no more wondersome
Than to look into your eyes
And to wonder what Ocean
Emptied it’s contents into them

To see a soul neither at rest
Nor searching. But a spring
Whose water bubbles, and
Flows, and never empties.

What is it too, that makes a
Heart so hard to find
But when found, drags you in
And never let’s you go.

Can you touch me just once?
Just let me feel your hand
Guide me like your words
So often do.

Grant me the gift of your
Attention. Of your affection,
And share your gorgeous
Soul, of rich content and Odyssey.

But are my words simple longings,
Of moments long gone? Of hours
Just sitting, and just knowing.
Of things unsaid and unneeded.

This was dedicated to one of the most brilliant, funny and witty friends one could possess.