Written by my special friend Cecile, who sees and feels things differently, and more deeply, than most others. Thank-you Cecile...
something woke me
in the early hours
just before sunrise
and I fell asleep again
fell into a dream
I saw a small boy running
running and laughing
on the beach
his red curls shone
and I called his name
I called him
I called "Natey!"
but the only sound was his laughter
he ran
he skipped and laughed
and I felt myself melting
melting away into a sadder world
where memories burn as bright
as red shiny curls
Beautiful beautiful boy.
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