Faraway from Him
We walked away from the fire.
He waved goodbye from the pond;
While the steam was still rising.
I just let out a sigh.
He wished us well as we told him, "Goodbye".
The clock struck upon the hour;
The echo resonated with a certain power.
His peroxide blonde hair wove a tapestry;
In mud and muck that stiffly stuck;
To the luminescence of his hair.
Silver and platinum reflected in his eyes:
Pools of excess he used to drown in.
Chemicals ran through his veins.
Words, soothing and kind, from his mother;
They could not heal the pain.
He took abandon to pleasure;
Anger was a sort of leisure.
We used to go walking in the canyon;
Till he decided to rise up to the cavern.
He lit a fire onto himself.
He wants to go into the wilderness;
Where the cougars nurse their young.
He wanted to pet one for fun;
He wanted to play with that wild beauty;
A return to nature out of duty.
2006-09-21
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