Catch 21!
(For you darling bud)

Last night we dissected the past; our memories,
of a foregone epoch, of broken hearts;
of long unending roads, the closed doors.

You spoke of your empty castle,
the missing portraits and your dormant desires,
the broken mirrors and your confused identity,
the skeletons in the cupboard, the angels of your dreams.

Last night you left with me a lump in the throat,
Last night I heard your stifled voice and secret sorrows.
Later at night I burnt the material gifts I planned for you;
for they now seem so inane and lame.

This morning I sent across a box of colors,
that will travel across the seven seas for you.
The box, I promise, will bring you dawns of bright newness,
Evenings of gay abandon and nights of warm love.

This magic box will sing the poetry of hope for you.
I desire with such earnest faith today;
For your bitter itch to fade,
For love to illuminate the dark contours of your castle.

For that attic to remind you only of a cozy past of golden times,
For soulful music to hold you in warm embrace.
For sounds of childlike laughter,
to fill the corridors of your castle.

For courage, to be your constant companion.
For inspiration, to follow you like shadow.
I want you to remember to forget;
the unkempt promises that tire your spirit.

I want your long abandoned dreams to resurface,
And that naïveté romantic grin to return.
I’m sure then that the years lost in pain will vanish into mists of antiquity.

The box I hope will bring a promising reason;
For you to move on today,
From angst, cynicism and ennui;
To new meanings,reasons and seasons.

Last night you left me with a lump in the throat,
Last night you also left with me a tear.
A tear to savor the beauty of our bond.