Thinking of him makes me happy
but I can only have a small part of him
a five minute reply
he shares his mind with the world 3 hours a day
and I reflect on his muses
like a golden candle to a pot of water
ready to extinguish that inner vine
that holds us together
even for a moment I am grateful for that small part of him
I am able to reach
and perhaps inspire
and that part in which he can reflect back
He has made me fuller, more thoughtful, more loving
and even if it is not love in the true sense
it is communication
one to another
my hands to form words
my thoughts to reveal
my insides to share
with someone who is wise
and can absorb me.
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