Two days ago while I dreamed of death
in just one fraction of a minute he drew his final breath
I didn't even know he was dying

He never told me

He did tell me many dark secrets
and I loved to watch him laugh
even in his darkest hours I could not cast
upon him hate

His honesty, even in his darkness
lightened my heart
For who, if ever or any,
can see through the darkness, the dark?

My heart hurts thinking of how he suffered at the end. And my heart hurts because he didn't tell me. How did I not matter? Why don't I ever matter? Did I just not hear the light through his silence?

Some truths come to us in waves-but in the end it is all about love. Everything always is. Did I give enough? Did he receive it? In the end, was he grateful for all that he had? It just doesn't matter any more, does it? For now he has it ALL. He is the light of love, scattered across the heavens. May he live in peace.

Yeah. That's real love.

Ask me anything you want
take whatever you think you need
Know that I will surely give
for love has made a slave of me
Towering tree beyond my reach
ever stretching toward the sky
never does it fail to shelter
the restless wings of tireless flight
nor does the ocean cease to harbor
whales or turtles or angle faced fish
with never a question and never a doubt
for love's beating heart is anonymous
It's not that I crave your hungry, warm kisses
or the grasp of your strong, searching hand
These treats after all are not mine to savor
but I once saw your heart in the world of forever
So ask what you will and take what you need
for mine is the deepest pleasure
when I pray that I give you what you need to become
love's devoted slave, forever
if not for me, then for the world...