I know you are dead

but here is a letter

from a would-be friend.

You have inhaled the sun

and cried golden petals

even on the run.

Your soul sprouted

poplars and stars

even in love flouted.

You are the same

as I, who laughs

a great river.

As I, who smiles

in aching pulses.

Our feelings

Are our greatest

Weakness

Are our greatest

Strength.