I loved you. Lisa, fed through tubes, your innocent suffering prolonged by the cruel grace of science, for three graceless months. I loved you. Lisa, buried in the wind, know that I loved you and a part of me was burned and scattered with your remains. For David 1.
Love stands alone on the far shore and a dark tide rises with a jealous moon.
Rises between my love and me. I am a little toy fireman my son calls Daddy. For Brian Your days are wide with innocence and the hard light of morning fails to seal your dreams in shadows. Your dreaming is a toy. A crystal held to the light, it refracts all the mysteries of life and bends them toward your desires.