Description: Written for Donald Adams
This guy is so cool in all he does i just love his work...
Heaven churned with hope
as the stars spoke his name,
asking his hand in orchestra.
He smiled with a nod, ready.
In the things he felt for them
they needed no proof of life,
so he listened to each song,
Chirping choirs of recognition
whispered secrets into him
knitting promises for him to wear.
The skies were his life's lore
so he gazed with infant's eyes
seeing only blessings.
It started to build pressure slowly,
the madness others implied on him
yet married so surely themselves
by denying ears to his deep dreams
and pushing him away .
Celestial voices, soothing
and comforting persisted,
calming and reassuring
as their visits frequented.
With soothing melodic love
they mended his strength.
Passion faltered naught.
Today a brave pioneer is commended,
embraced by a kindred folk of many.
His promises fulfilled, he stands lightly,
he shared with all each colorful stellar gift
and gave their glowing bodies rythm.
Renewed in spirit, he yearns the taste
of the next journey not yet told.
its a really fantastic ode to someone named Don. Ive lots of Don's in my life both my grandfathers were, one i can only remember his deep laughter as he pushed me on a tire swing. thats it. the second was a great influence, a quiet man who had a big heart. the third is my uncle don who just had a heart attack last week. he a collage of a man- musician, engineer, farmer, meth-addict, religious fanactic...hes got a great mind and perhaps a good heart, i dont know him all that well anymore, but i remember him teaching me to play guitar and how to catch a football as a reward for getting all my multiplication tables right. thank you for the write. it was a nice read since it let me indulge over a man who is such a mystery to me now but was so influencial when i was younger. - Ash.