Charlie
I remember him
as vivid as the color of an orange
Every time the waters run close
ideas fall dangerously loud
Signals take form in static
between one and won
It's not a word
It is to be
A feathery fist
Dress me up in echoes
Only true rings I can bear
Only blues rare to move
Only dream bestow I dare
Leaping from soul to soul
Scattering roofs and shores
Of your collected shells
Doubt leaks on your wound
Leave it open and see it full
A blurry word on your plume
The cross or the crown
Pull to let me know
Which mistake you choose
Every time the waters run close
ideas fall dangerously loud
Labels: amwriting, artform, Dear Charlie, gofish, poetry
