what is the word hello
but the first goodbye
yours or theirs
it matters not
the end will alway come

the longer the hello
the harder the goodbye
for all the talk
will one day cease
and youll be left alone

what was once.joy
in now.a tear

what was once.a tinkle in the eye
is now.an overcast memory.

i saw your face today
in the crowd

a glimpse
as i turned my head
just your smile
turned away
my mind
faster then my feet
searching to find
the physical emotional
but you have left
filtered from my touch
gone
with the wind and the song

i saw your face today.
.in my mind

a word
can mean
many things

between friends
a multitude of memories
between enemies
the opposite
between strangers
nothing

within love
a thousand more
within writing
the readers imagination
within the word
truth

from a child
a fathers joy
from a mother
the greatest encouragement
from God
creation

But
after saying goodbye
nothing...
but itself
and
sorrow.

lying down.
si,ply restin..
re-laxing.
wanting n o thinng .but to let
droop.sigh.breath oout.
the world.
(nothing)
could faalll or r.i.se and
(me)
I wouuld stay in peace.

he left.

just one day.
he left.

there was no goodbye.
no hug. no consolation.

no words. no remembrance.
but me.

left.

here. where once we
were two.

two friends.

brothers to a time.
brothers of a place.

a place.
i still remember.

see joy.
through tears.

and laughter.
resounding in silence.

that is all.

all that is left.
of him.


the silence.
the tears.

the akward pauses.
the unspoken jokes.

the loneliness
within my memories.

are gaps now.

pieces of my day.
missing.

swallowed up.

leaving tattered patchwork.
to reknit.

attempting to rebuild

my life.

and erase.
the jagged scar.

of death.

a lighthouse
small.far.
a lighthouse
one flash
as slowly it turns.
a lighthouse
one flash
and then it moves on.

In a world of emotion
In a swirl of devotion
In the pass of a shadow
Across thy sweet face

In the twirl of a feather
In the sigh of a leaf
In the flight of a sparrow
As it returns to its nest

In the heart of a raindrop
In the soul of the stars
In the arms of the windswept
And times last embrace

In the muse of the sunset
In the call of the dawn
In the form of the rainbow
As the skies are swept clean

In the moon of the evening
In the bright light of noon
In the friend of thy brother
A word on the move

In the silence in sorrow
In the tears found in grief
In the cry of the newborn
As it calls for its home

In the play of the trumpet
In the mourn of the flute
In the laugh of the joyful
And the face of all pain

In the sound of the sonnet
In the word and the will
In the face of your sadness
Love. touches me still.