sitting outside on the porch
a few friends, a few beers
a small quaint breeze wafers in with a familiar smell
a familiar feeling

upon that porch that many have shared in
once you were there but now
just a quaint breeze of familiarity

gone but not forgotten
not present but remembered
some day you might be back upon that porch

new conversations without your input
but that does not bother me
for one day a new conversation might include you
and who knows how that will inspire us

I bet at times you sense that breeze of familiarity
tho 1000's of miles away
but that is the synchronicity of life

the thread that weaves hope and joy into t
he fabric of our lives...friends do that

so let me sip on my beer...light up another cigarette and relax
and let that breeze remind me of you again

that porch hold so many memories
you wanted to be a musician
you spoke of how you practiced for hours
you spoke of your dreams
that now linger upon the wood frame of that porch

you sat upon those concrete steps
and spoke quietly of missing some friend
you desired a new girlfriend..but dammit that was not happening

you crossed the threshold of his house
and life was never the same for you
you got rid of the demons that plagued your soul for years
you cried a river of healing upon that couch
and you spent countless hours re-arranging magnetic poetry placed upon the refrigerator written in a stoned state

many thresholds on many levels you crossed while you were here

but yet we still sit upon that porch
and your familiar breeze lingers
and many sit in quiet ... remembering and hoping
someday you'll be back

to sit upon the porch and share that moment with so many friends

the porch is a mysterious structure that holds so many memories for all of us

07/14/2004

Posted on 01/18/2005
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