There was a light
there above and around
your fine head
which buzzed
with JD and laughter.
And after all my darkness
I really needed Light,
(though you always claimed:
'optical illusion') .
So Dark and Light
swirled between us
and made a Rainbow Child
who shines and storms
in alternate intensity.
Our little magic trick.
Our grace.
Today at the crack of dawn
while reading
a travel guide to Peru
and nursing a body
groaning at the endless
delighted foolishness that
is my life,
I celebrated your Light,
which is no illusion
but an endless beacon
of love and kindness and mirth
to anyone lucky enough
to be ever
graced in its presence.
closing my eyes, i will into you
'joy'
I will into you
'peace and rest'
I wish.I pray.
'soak up all the love you deserve
mister'.
Love, my love.
25 years ago, in a sleazy bar in
Mission Beach, god
lit up my world with you.
i still walk in that light,
like i deserved it or something.
we both know the truth about
that.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Sarita, poetry at its best.10/10 Regards, Ian