Vadim's Birthday

Thought-provoking moments, and
dreams shared in between,
scatter the air, hovering motionlessly above.

Having spent long seasons apart-
and too few moments since-
your shadow stands within this cave.

The walls are thick with seasonless days.
Communication becomes my past.
I surrender myself to books written by
better men, and music sung by fathers of all.
Days pass without notice, until the
shadows become people, and the sun calls them down.
And his message realizes its way into me,
into the cave that has kept me safe,
speaking softly about out there.

The seasons push air into the depth of my lungs;
and, I am here again, and you are real.

The raw power of life beats quickly in my chest;
and I know that this friendship is love,
no matter the short years that stare
at pictures in the distance.