it doesn't gather reason
or hint to explain,
hitherto all barriers withheld
have fallen to friendship now existing,
where defenses of this life
had drawn tight and guarded,
never to reopen wounds,
the soul emerged no longer moot
with each dialogue,
each encounter,
never the intention
nonetheless greater in value
than gold in Fort Knox,
to define
it goes beyond inspiring charisma,
to the heart of the person
that's clearly visible in the life that's lived,
found in the crevices of conversations,
in the honesty of words meant to strengthen and straighten,
with the love given
the laughter shared
and in understanding more than shown,
almost too Herculean
to put written expressions to ink,
as the depth of the words
have yet to exist,
as unfathomable though it may resemble,
the fact is known,
He has your number,
calling it through the inspiration
to the many
and a life such as mine,
love and family reflect in many forms,
to this life your existence is in both,
regardless of the weight the future holds,
footprints on the soul can never be erased.
This poem is for M. and the incredible inspiration that she has and continues to be. How amazing it is to have people such as you to be inspired by and have footprints left on the soul.