Ode to Him
In my youth I never knew
It was then I was suspicious
I looked under and above all
Yes, completely occupied with mental ambition.
Instead of seeing what was contagious
Actively going about in a parallel
Things changed so I didn’t fall
It was a crapshoot taken.
Stepping high above on life’s wave
It was a romance that floated
Chipped away by the breezes drum
Embedded echoes in the valley walls
Scared to the speaker that valley scares.
Only flying birds saw these reflections
Never falling into the valley’s water
Captured by the wind in storms
Sounding profound to the captive mind
How would they make this authentic?
That one speaker leaving these walls
Riddling words never to be understood
Dancing around those educated vast minds
Could any figure his end game?
Crying in a river of thoughts
Shredding away from civilization for life
Craving in his words without remorse
Wanting to get deeper in him
His electrifying intensity gave creative desire.
more by THOMAS DEANGELO
photograph by Ihor Malytskyi