IN HIS SHADOW
He is my friend
concerned about me
have seen his picture
read his words
He is a poet man
writing away the pain
thinking back the joy
mind moving too fast
He is the age of my young son, Noah
twenty-five, quarter of a century
intelligent, truth seeking, cynical, clairvoyant
He amazes me with his depth of thought
puns, satires, word plays
little tolerance for plain dumb
He is here beside me
walks in my mind
think about him consistently
He is the shadow
absent minded, forgot I care
as I fiend for blackness
He is behind me
I will die before
the kingdom of Troy will fall
He is youth, perhaps cyclothymic
another name for creative genius
the passionate poets live
He is an artist
praise him for his artwork
leave his shadow if it's too black
He has to live his long life
mine's doubly over
sacrifice your shadow---
then there is no sun...
then there is no morning...
then there is no other new day...
10/21/2006 2337 cj
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