on rooftops and
meadow, meander
while wander
up to the treetops,
my heart stops,
i freefall
down to the wet banks
i'm sliding on into
and you are a pirate
affixed to non-violence,
you are quite ruthless
on searches for truth
i think that you were
Peter Pan, once upon
a story - a long time ago
or maybe you just
knew him,
and from him learned
of whimsy and wonder
warm weather color
adventure like ice-water,
shocking-to-life
//fierce in your living//
an ocean of knowlege
cannot douse the fires
lighting your eyes
you are a poet
a wise tree-lover
an indian paintbrush
a light
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