“Good-night, Buddy,” was the last thing that Dave said to me.  Coming from anyone else, being called “buddy” or “pal” would have seemed an insensitive slur, but from Dave it was a genuine sign of affection.

In our last meaningful conversation, he told me that he was emerging from his depression and felt good; that he was looking forward to making people laugh again.  He said this was a sure sign that he was returning to his old self.  Alas, this metamorphosis was not to be, for as it…

Our union is a beautiful clear sky; the blue so hard you could walk on it.                            

While the sun slowly climbs the youthful sky, vapor gradually congregates and seemingly

out of nowhere, clouds are born; but these few transparent infants offer no

threat as the sun continues to crawl across the sky. 

The sun prepares to relinquish the sky as a stiff wind bruises the clouds, and as

if to protect itself from similar harm, the mercury draws in upon…

I know there is a Maker for I was made; that I was called to this life, but not whence I came.

I know I am of the stars and the planets, of things which grow and things which flow; that the elements of these are timeless, and thus am I.                                                                                                    

I know there is more to this experience than that of which I am aware; that I will leave this experience, but not where I will…

I thought I was a man of flesh and blood, but I'm just a reject of Halloween; ‘cause I was born a ghost and I’ll die one, and I’ll be one every day in between.  

Standing alone with my hand out, I’m just waiting for your touch; maybe you really can’t see me, or maybe ghosts don’t matter very much. 

Everyone is alone sometimes, and for our sins we all must pay, but I swear I would move the Earth to not be a ghost every day.  

With my need pumping in my veins and pain wet…