and so to dream, if sent my way,
of my babies long ago.
my passion finds me here - ruinous, righteous.
my desire keeps me here - to love, to live.
my tears hide me here - sorrow, joy.
so to sleep
and hope for jewel-like dreams
of babies:
passion desire tears
all so long ago;
these things ringing like bells
up and down the years.
(for Jeffrey, whose eternal Soul parallels mine on this segment of the journey. I love you so, my son.)
(for Jeffrey, whose eternal Soul parallels mine on this segment of the journey. I love you so, my son.)
3 comments:
So you'd figured out that parallel life thing too? I gotta say I wasn't sure at first, but synchonicity is a difficult thing to ignore. I think we must have made an agreement at some point to shoulder the burden together - God knows it's a hard path we've walked. Thinking back it seems that the strain of our two lives has been oddly balanced: I think you joined AA at around the same time I started to confront my own demons, as though I'd taken up the responsibility of some of the turmoil you'd abandoned, and the most immense changes in my life (past few years) only took place after you found your lost love.
s'far as progress goes, I think we're doing pretty good. Things are getting quite relaxed up here - let's just retire for a while. Love ya man.
Cool, man. Exactly as I see it. Fathers and sons... I can't count the number of times I've been told by various sisters how much I remind them of our Dad. But with us there's a further doubling up with my baby brother Jerry in the picture - that's a story for another whole entry, I think. You keep on keeping on in that strange country you live in for now, my boy, and be assured I think of you often. With affection, of course.
Jeff, you sound just like your dad, and that, by the way, is an excellent thing. I have no doubt that you already know this. Amazing and real: walking that path, hauling all the words. Nice to meet you Jeff.
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