Zhenya

remember my friend, my beautiful friend
remember the lightness of life in flight
remember how well the silences spoke
remember our wishing under cold starlight
remember my friend, my beautiful friend
your soul was a meadow where I ran barefoot
our dreams, our ideals, our idiosyncrasies
remember the thrill from our spiritual loot
… I miss you so
guess we drifted, guess we had to grow
with half-dreamed lives in summer’s heat
we had nothing yet we felt so complete
wake up tomorrow
I want to shake you up
I want to hold you close
with all the shifting apartness
you still burn so bright
stay a little longer
like a poem burnt under my skin
each word a rare blossom
each line a storm within
… I miss you so
guess we drifted, guess we had to grow
with half-dreamed lives in summer’s heat
we had nothing yet we felt so complete
… how could we know
we’d write this chapter then set pages aglow
when nights are stunned from skies unlit
I’m still saved by the love you transmit