Friend, we drink together
talking at a wedding
lit blue and gold
familiar faces dance around us
Friend, secretly, I wonder
if you were to open up your essence
lift a pen to kiss the paper
to vent your heart aloud
Friend, I long to know
what your poetry would be
if you chose to write
Which desires peskily linger
at the edges of your furrowed mind
which old flames still burn a fire
which hidden wounds you’d dare parade
what is the meter
and the rhythm of those unspoken secrets
What ribbon would you choose
to decorate the mundane
Which words would you feverishly grasp towards
what profound truths
do your fingertips quietly trace
which wisdoms guide you along your way
what strength of light shines inside of you
and what damage might you do
to leave us reeling
And I don’t say it
but every time we meet, I think it
Write!
right out loud
for me
for you
splash your heart across the page
in every shade
lend me your light
if but for a moment
Spill your soul for all to see
Friend, I love you, and will always wonder
what your poetry would be
if you’d set it free…
[2020]
Thanks for reading.
The Lighthouse 