The magnificence
thunderous roar filling ears
the depth and speed to behold
wondrous to the eye.
He walked these shores
lost and entranced by what he found
a world wanderer
no place to lay his head
taken away in chains instead.
Thirty days in a hole
moving from beauty to brutality
fodder for future words
disconcerting I have heard.
For the simple crime of vagrancy
he slept in a concrete house of horrors
so close to my home
facts I had not known.
To know you through pages
I search for antique finds
to hold you in my hands
books of yesterday held by others before me.
Why was I drawn into your life
lessons from teachers or was it simply
a look in your eyes that said
That you too understand the workings
of a writer telling tales
spinning webs to be lost within
letting the soul bleed out
the only way it knew how.
Peace, Love and Patchouli 