So Real

A  man of  fragile devotion,

his voice dipped in wine and prayer,

he moved like poetry in motion

The kind of man who wept when music touched his skin;

His spirit, a tender ruin from within.

He sang with his soul cracked open,

You could breathe in the rawness of his lyrics,

and exhale out the truth you never had to learn. 

Like he was mourned over,

kissed, and then let go like smoke.

Oh, it was so real, I quivered

Until all of it melted into one strange, sacred river.

And still, he drifts on in silence

A song that never found its final note.

Misha D