for my Friend, F. ( I have no way to comfort you )

thoughts for a dear, trusted friend whose Soul aches
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...for She has become Wind

 ...sailing...

in the blue mist, mountain clouds move, coloured fumes;
they wave to you, Winds' soft messengers;
I see her,
a wayward angel's April Dance
her colours glow, then fly from Sight -
(a waltz too terrible to bear)

"How can I stay, breathe still this Air we share with robins, rainbows?"

...Muse... you know within she Muses you,
each Moment you shine Life into the eyes which ask
your love; her every memory nestled in your Heart,
she Gifted you, your Life with mortal loves.

these breezes you will feel again with lighter Heart...

 - caress and open eyes to capture pain, to make an old world new

an old Life new

I never knew-

did you?

the Mountains' drowsy afternoon arms
wake aLive, to hold her
kiss her, smooth her aching thoughts of loss;
her seared brain has seen enough;
quiet now
quiet now
(here inside the silent breeze...
Hear the silent breeze?)

for she has become Wind

she has become Mountains

she smiles into your Heart, her eyes, alive in Rain;

Now you understand the reason Rain drips softly sometimes?
Now we see each others' Hearts as friends know how to hug us sometimes
-when not another person knows your Soul or cares to,
dares to answer when the phone rings and you're driving home-
but "don't talk while you're driving - I don't want you to have an accident"...
now we see...
now I begin to understand, Friend.

Here I sit and only breathe a droplet of your pained Heart

for though you are a dear kind friend

I cannot feel your deepest Heart

I know the worlds in pieces play us all a game of part in part

circles' momentary freeze

melt into Rain again, her eyes in dewdrops...

we shall see her again...

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she holds open her arms
in you step
without shoes
early Morn kisses your tears.
in you step there you go
into a blue mist
a new Morning when she speaks your name over and over
Alive in you always