most inspiring, most creative.
Soul nutritionist. Lifter of fatigue.
Years and hours I
spend with you
painting worlds in
colours so vivid you
could taste the metal
in the scent of our paint.
Our brush strokes have
shadows that come alive and
echo through several
dimensions.
Moments and forever
of me carefully selecting
word bricks, you fearlessly
cementing them
into the most moving
poetry.
I hesitate and
in reaction you
unapologetically pull up
towers of majestic
proportions waving in the
wind, tops disappearing
amongst clouds.
I am in awe of
the sheer magnitude of
space that your
visions occupy in
time, pulled from
nothingness with
the effortlessness of a
versed magician and
ignited into fireworks
that reach so far
across the skies
as to turn night into
blinding daylight
And how many
dreams can one human
dream?
“One for every
moment of your life
it takes to
create it.”
My ears still
ring with these words
in the tone of your
voice. They were
intended to stand
the test of
time.
They were.
They do.
Not so
for all those
futures we
built. Those are now
frozen in the
past.
With you.
Lost to me
forever.
As you are.
My friend, the dreamer.
How many losses
can one human
endure?