I uttered words of veritas shaded in deep verde,
He alone in attendance stands out in memory’s keep.
Arrayed in blackest, martial leather with deep eyes of the same night sky hue,
Somehow my soul understood that this man was someone I already knew.
Virginity taken on dais beneath harsh white lights;
I strangled dearest friend and then from poison lost my sight.
Dark knight I spied two years later as in bed he did lay,
Ravaged, beaten and abandoned, such deep pain he portrayed.
Hot tears of anguished fury flowed freely as his woeful tale did unfold,
With heartache for fallen angel he touched deeply with story boldly told.
Beheld his gift with wonder as from his lips words did pour,
Wished one day to embrace Bacchus’ fray and threshold to step o’er.
Night’s sky circumnavigation fore paths again did meet;
Played loutish father who son’s soul did flagellate and beat.
Man behind the player opened eyes with passionate tales of wrongful woe,
Rejoiced at love in soul-mate he found with whom down life’s path he does now go.
So many roles from chameleon that have touched and empathed,
Always joyful sharing of stage with man who calls me “Dad.”
Photo by Alisabeth Von Presely