Daniel, thoughts about a friend on his birthday (mostly unfinished)
To be an artist and troubled,
untroubled, beautiful — as beautiful as you and…
My dreams seem more vivid than they used to;
I credit you, unsure of how you are responsible.
Everything your ex-lover does reminds me of you,
reminds me of laughter, but not his, of yours,
reminds me to stop and notice nature, reminds me…
You were looking back at me through
the ceramic eyes of that white stag.
You’re in everything. I wonder if you’re real, if you…
I’m whispering secrets about you
to myself on cold nights.
I’m wondering what you’re creating — love, beauty,
magic, great catastrophes, or…?
You’re still dancing through trees in my brain,
you are plucking the commonest items,
pointing out the simple beauty, the perfection, the…
I wonder what your skin feels like.
I’m in love with who I am when I remember I know you.