The Experimental Treatment of Reality

There was a time when I left

Towards the railing, a wooden

White railing that was guarding the beach

Above the rocks, long away from the ocean

Yet the water, smoothly gently, pressed underneath.

I walked out one night, there were a bunch of new

People, we'd met that night and were pretending to 

Party and forget what was important in our hearts.

Which was really ourselves. Narcissists about our stories

And who've we've worked with and the expensive tickets

Our parents bought.

But when I went out less then knee deep into the water

To watch the full moon during chrstimas, and all the Stars

Behind me. He came up behind me, and pressed his hands,

Into the shoulders where all the pain was held. 

He took time off from his own vacation, to invest in a pleasure

That is far deeper than transient. It's pure intention, 

Able to pass it on to something,

More meaningful. 

There were much music in the clouds,

The one vacation, many pictures,

There was no reason to make me feel weak

For there was so much strength around me,

Orchestrating some sort of symphony,

Of emotion, of . .. . . something cannot explain

In a positive, good way. 

I remember he was a part of that for me.

And doesn't matter how much he knows about me.

He probably doesn't know that. 

For I've never told him.

That kind of thing is scary to some people. 

But not to all.