Like The Sun

for Jack

June 6, 1987 - November 20, 2003

There are certain things that are so beautiful,

you half expect them to vanish, like a dream.

They are of this world, but they rule in another.

They have all the features of regular beautiful things,

and they are loved and admired,
but there is something else,

another universe just alongside
the one we all seem to be in;

something outside the sphere of regular goings on.

The beautiful things fly by in the wind
around people's heads, changing the world, connecting everything the the way it should be connected,

arranging for joy, making life seem like a wonderful idea,

and acting casually as if it is just a regular day.

But it is never a regular day

once they have touched it.

They are like light pouring a syrup rain
into every empty space,

rendering it never entirely empty again.

If one of them loves you,

you can never die.

That's how much power they have.

You almost can't look at them directly,

like the sun.