(This one is from the vault...I wrote it about two years ago...)

even if
it was only for a short time

i saw him
walking there with me

the dark road
would shake before me

the waxing moon
would cough in the clouds

and he
of such innocence and beauty

would see me
through all the murk

and reach out
and take the precious time

that it takes
to get to know me

an old man
with much darkness behind me

an old man
still fumbling for light

with weaker fingers
and an honest heart

a heart
that could be opened?

again?
to all the complexities

of love and life?
could it really ever happen?

even
for a short half a second?

that i
could catch a glimpse

of my youth
in this young man's eyes

as he spoke
and asked me questions

and made
the road a little brighter

and even if
he really wasn't there

does it really matter?