Special

"Come to me; what I seek in vain
bring thou; into my spirit send
peace after care, balm after pain
and be my friend."

"But listen, I am warning you
I'm living for the very last time.
Not as a swallow, nor a maple
not as a reed, nor as a star,
Not as spring water,
nor as the toll of bells...
will I return to trouble men
nor will I vex their dreams again
with my insatiable moans."

Today, when you left me
before the sun had painted the sky with its fingertips
I did everything I could to remember the feel of your
heartbeat on my ears
your warmth against the cold retreat of night,
your chin over my shoulder.

You had to go,
my Finley, love
and I will not forget

but oh, oh
how I wish that courage,
wishing were enough
to keep you close to me
when so much else is falling to pieces
in my budding life,
now sprayed with pesticide.




Without you,
I would be abandoned
and I would have no reason,
to bloom.


Finley....