Blaze High: With fond memories

Joe and I are in the process of cleaning up the house (redoing the floors, finishing the walls, etc). Lots of work to do. Oddly, I've been thinking about Blaze too (see previous post on Blaze). Joe is the best, since the beginning has been so understanding and supportive of my relationship with Blaze and my friend Shawn, and my need to keep them around me. So today, (which since I'm doing this after midnight, is actually yesterday) June 26th, Blaze's birthday (what would have been his 46th) and coincedentally the day he died (on his 30th birthday), I would like to honor him with a post of one of his many poems.

Moving Back To You
I dream or you,
into the dark of blue night.
I dream and move,
I dream and move.
I just move back to you.

And in moving back to you,
my mind plays tricks
and even though our time
is through,
and I dream of you-
into the dark of blue night.
I just move back to you.

Behind that mirage,
I'm not left...
behind that shroud,
I hear us talk,
but not out loud.
When I'm alone,
there's nothing left
to do,
but move back to you
in greywater blue.
I hear us talk,
but not out loud.

And in moving back toyou,
I leave my heartbeak
in a gentle place-
so I won't be reminded of
what losing can do...
And in moving back to you,
your eyes welcome me,
like when our eyes first met,
verflowing,
with no debt.
Knowing what to remember,
I cannot forget,
moving back to you,
when I dream of you,
onto the dark of blue night.

© William Blaze High 1989