FOR S.
You travel across many oceans
looking for a message, a new beginning,
And in San Francisco my mind goes to thoughts of you
in that briefest of moments when I caught a glimpse behind your smile
of the labyrinth of depth and the many rooms inside your heart,
layered in silence, complexities in kindness, thoughtful hopes,
wisdom from the dark you’d encountered and fought,
the many faces of you,
You travel seeking to better our world, create and not destroy,
with your hands working in the clay of compassion
And here in San Francisco, I think of you my friend,
dear new mystery that may cross my path and dreams again.
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