He told me I earned this title

like the soldier on foreign land.
I never asked for your blessing;

your knighthood. I was fine
under my cloak walking through

crowded hall blending to the wall
like old gum. He saw though.

Something I didn’t realize I was seeking
and he put the compass in my hand,

guided me across these trenches.
He knew I needed a squad, and I,

it’s untested general. I didn’t 
earn this name but I’ll wear the

badge on my chest as a blessed scar. 

The one we needed and we never

acknowledge it until it’s too late. Freedom

gives birth to bliss on a summer
afternoon cliff for the people to watch

in a small box with our feet on a coffee

table. You weren’t the first and 
we will remember your crusade

by singing that fine jingle on last time:

Nananananananana nananananananana
RIP~

We watched a young boy build a sandcastle. Trenches

wide and deep to keep the uninformed out. Towers high as his shoulder to stop the catapult attacks

to his heart. I can see his face filling this trench. The final

touch, a flag, of all colors at the highest point. We walked over with a piece of bark

for a drawbridge and said, “can’t keep them out forever.”

We met once,

under the same roof

same game

singing the same chants.

 

Encore over night

constellation built around

your Voiced dreams.

I can hear you,

 

you sang you were invisible

but I saw you-

I wasn’t the only one.

Tears fall on this day

 

the last day your soothing

dream lifted our ears-

my ears

over the years.

 

We met once,

under the same roof

same game

and I’ll never forget.

 

RIP~