The Best Thing In Life Was Him

Dreams Of Aaron In Disguise With Diamonds

The time we spent together was like time had stopped for us and us alone.  It was always heartbreaking to wake and be alone after all we had been through, all we had carried forever in our hearts, the heart shaped box that held our love in place.  The memories of the times we spent are like jagged chunks of glass to me now.  The hurt sets in every time I cry, Aaron!  But still I cannot turn away and leave, it sets itself in stone, cement, sets  a shadowy crust, anything at all, what is there to care about?  I find it hard to breathe and hard to hold my breath at the same time.  Now I'm alone again, at last.  The last to know.  The last time I saw your face.  A million years ago.  A trillion years.  Dear heart, you are the sun and the moon, you are the star that shines.  You never know what you have until it's gone.  Never miss someone until they go away.  Never love someone until they weren't there to take your love from you.  It's a sad fact. I seen it happen to many times not to know the truth.  Love is fleeting and fickle, hold on to what you got while you can.  Enjoy the day, today and don't even think of tomorrow.  It might change in an instant.  It might never be again.  So don't come crying to me when it lets you down, leaves you with despair.  I told you so.   Many, many times.  I am sure I did, my friend.  Quite certain.  I'm always living in the past.  I don't know why I do.  Somewhere, My Prince, Lies Seduction, Thrills, Temptation.Days Of The Old.  Days Of The New.  Round here I always see you counting crows.  The whole summer was spent on days around the lake, sunny cheery days.  A last farewell every afternoon, it seems.  Well-done!  A beer to nip that thirst in the bud? How about some special things only I can do?  Every afternoon, the morning stretched so languidly, it purred so softly.  Steamy, hazy days, hot child in the city.   Summer meant special times spent coaxing you to come out in the sun.  So sweet and fine were you that summer.  All sparkled up and looking fine.  A prettier picture there never was.

1 for silver

2 for gold

3 for ribbons never to be worn

4 for you

5 for me

6 for hypocrisy

7 for a day too late

8 for a pirate-like traitor

9 for every time you look around

10 for the murder of one

Ten little Indians sat in the dun amid the embers of the past.  FREEDOM IS ANOTHER WORD FOR NOTHING LEFT TO LOSE.

As dapper as well as a dirty white boy in disguise.  DEAR AARON, The Love Is Still In Place, it's like staring Into the sun.  Love is blind, but it does have a pretty good ear for remembering the things you once whispered about, in the dark, in the quiet room, only for him to hear.  

Aaron, I open my life to you, my dearest one.  Now that you have begun to see this light of mine.  NOW as always, I dream a dream dream of you, my Aaron of the everglades.  THE throaty way I say your name in passion's growing lauder.  The rose was thrilling to see, a beauty.  Treated to a trellis of love.  A fine day to remember the beauty of the day.  Dead to the water rights.  Aaron, remember the beauty of the day?  Treason came to stay thr winter and the spring.  Summertime too.  Days of old and new.  The last time.  He never knew about what came to stay in the springtime.  The golden compex had it golden.

John Lennon looks so good to me now.  His perfect features, every one, gleamed gold in the light.  A very certain way he had.  It was so right.  Did you ever notice in the Hey Jude video, he had an eye for a certain ethnic girl, if I was yoko, a tryst for the little lady?  Not on my watch.  But her eyes were not enough see the wicked that came their way.  Maybe she only saw wicked when it was aiming towards her, not her lover.  Did you notice how Paul thought himself above this crowd?  I could see it in his eyes, in his expression, I saw it all come down. He was certainly bigger than Jesus or even better, Sir Paul McCartney!  He was thinking that anyways.  I know it because I can read people like a book sometimes.

The scary thing that happened when I was young was a car bomb went off on 4th Avenue.  A woman died.  A custody battle.  My mom and all her work friends were scared to drive to work after that happened.  They all worked downtown, closed to third.  It was a thing that affected but did not really affect.  A piece of time tucked away in a bottle, set aside for a day or two.  Turned into two decades real quick.  Going on three already.  Maybe more like four decades.  Yes, that's it.  A whole lifetime of tricks and fun bags.  A firework display in the stars.  Red velvet and creamy white pearls.  Here comes the fun in the sun.  A tiny speck of moonlight played over your dark, dark hair, trapping it to my memory.  Did you try the symphonic ocean?  It's splendid, I have heard it from the best, guaranteed.  A forgetful thing, this love.  A lovely thing, this forgetful thing.  A stunning view from afar and close up, it was something to properly enjoy, make a picnic lunch out of it!  A smorgasbord. One up on the queen.  Divine time set out to be a winning combination!  I left at the sight of regret, my love.  A lovely day to remember your love, your style.  The world had you in its grasp.