Ode To Him
As I lie here sleeping, the nightmare returns to me.
DIE! KILL! HATE!
All is gone now. You save me with your blue eyes.
The sun shines and I see the docks.
Poker games, cigar smoke, beer, fights, whores.
Brooklyn is set in 1899 again & I see you.
Atop the crates, you sit with a river view, and glare at the world.
Emerging from somewhere below, I appear and know 2003 is gone, and so am I.
Spot, you saved me from my fears, and threats.
I owe my life to you.