3.17.09

I once knew a man
whose fear would stand as though his friend
laughing with much merriment
when skies were fine and blue
when words that split his life in two
were masked with nothing new

it was in the warm embraces
of a life that seemed so harmless
that his fear was best enshrouded
that his warmth was not so crowded
by the wants he swore he scarcely knew

his fear caressed as though his lover
whispering so safe and sure
of a future he could feel and see
a future with his bended knee:
on which and to which he was to flee

his fear would speak as though his brother
giving from so far away
words that hinted, sparked, and faded
words that, so much like his life,
were appreciated
only when anticipated