You should have seen him
When the sun was shining-
You should have met him when the
Blue of the moon still lingered
On his face,
And the sprinkle of distant stars
Still reflected on his eyes-
There was a time when teeth
Were visible
As lips parted for a smile
Or laugh-
There was a time when his walk
Was tall, and his head was held
As high as summer trees-
There was a time when words flowed
From his mouth like a swollen river-
And the aura of adventure seeped from
His pores like august sweat-
There was a time when dreams
Spilled over into reality, and became
Aspiration-
You should have seen him when the sun
Was shining-
What a sight that was-
You would have enjoyed his
Company-
You would have valued his
Friendship-
You would have missed his
Smile-
Perhaps you still do-
There is a midnight that cloaks him-
And his eyes cannot be seen-
His voice cannot be heard-
And his dreams are scattered
Like November leaves-
But his heart remains-
It beats with a rhythmic
Consistency
Whose stride even he can’t break-
He will re-emerge-
Like a bear from slumber-
Lumbering anxiously out of a restful
Pause-
He will re-emerge-
As blossoms do in spring-
He will re-emerge-
Just as the sun rises each day-
And perhaps you will enjoy his
Company once more-
Perhaps you will once again
Witness his true smile-
There is no doubt that the
Sun will rise again-
Lips will part for a smile
Or laugh-
And dreams will at last
Become reality*