To that man that simple most complex man that I might have known
if I ‘d in former time’s taken pause from ministrations lifelong cloaked in my nursery rhymes.
but now encumbered with feelings that can never evolve past wanderings of those same old parts of town
dressed in the best of lingering vestments still caught in his threadbare ways
of discerning old rambling paths once known so well in those former days
when I turned away from what I wish now that I could then have allowed
to have let it fly forth but way back then did not allow within to resound.
to just a simple man most complex man who spoke so plain to me about of what he had found.
that the earth and skies were not as close a kin
as that nagging feeling in need for that persistent need to love within.
how it could move any mountain of doubt that blocked your cause.
turn the acclaim of the world by comparison into just tinny applause.
when measured against that forgiveness by just one of your family for your mortal flaws.
to be held dear in that total acceptance of those few than to range about.
to prove some petty detail possibly true within that it were just a matter of persistent self-doubt.
what matter all the riches when you’ve lost your way?
and your tongue malfunction because you cannot say.
I will forever love you for all you’ve done for me.
and my gift to you is just one complex fact that I can now like you once did, so simply see