For You

A long scanner in the dark tries to break the static, with a caller on the line, looking for an answer, but the answer is time, and time takes its measure the same as always. A brave thing it is to dance, and stock up moments for recall, the bliss of memory's keepsake, to be turned over and over again, like prized records spinning around the lazy hours of afternoon comforts. The soft light that bleeds through blinds creates a blanket across the wooden floors. This is yours. This is your place of changing and exchanging all that you have said and done and been before. There have been many who found their way inside, but none were ready, not even I. But how I wanted to be, and heady was the wake of my bow through the waters of your heart. I understand, now. I am no life raft, no just a buoy floating along. You know you're close to it all, but you've got a journey to troll. It's just another rap in the dusty, broken book of change that sends you here and there, so on you must go. I am not sad, no not the least. I am quite thankful, that your warm heart brushed against mine a moment and reminded me that these things are the best of all. We were meant for a time, and perhaps someday again, but my butterfly, you must glide to your own fair flower in the wake of your proportionate measure, and not one person or thing can tell you otherwise. Remember this: the beauty and bounty of your being are timeless and wonderful. I've seen your sweet spirit, if only for a moment, and I have noticed how it glimmers long and bright inside the ripples of my heart. We are children of sunshine and water. We behave with the inconsequential lust of our hearts. You have made me a better man. I want to say thank you for that.