this one's for you

if i close my eyes
the memories push and shove to get to the front of the line.
each memory begins the same:
your smiling eyes,
your funny hair,
your long arm outstretched towards me
passing me the joint.

like the time i came over and you greeted me at the door,
smiling eyes,
funny hair,
your long arm outstretched towards me
passing me the joint,
saying "go inside and watch the movie in the dvd player.
and then you can come hang out with us in the other room."
i saw my favorite movie to date that night.

or the countless times i sat across from you
on the couches in your living room,
smiling eyes,
funny hair,
your long arm outstretched towards me
passing me the joint,
telling me that everything's going to be ok,
the countless times i came to you with my worries.

how about that time i built you a room made of garbage bags,
in an effort to create the room in which you'd display your masterpieces,
smiling eyes,
funny hair,
your long arm outstretched towards me
passing me the joint,
happy with the masterpiece i had made for you.

there was that time when we first met,
and we decided to ditch that art class together,
smiling eyes,
funny hair,
your long arm outstretched towards me
passing me the joint,
telling me it was nice to meet me,
while we strolled along the seine.

and i shall never forget that time you lost your pet
somewhere in your massive apartment,
smiling eyes,
funny hair,
your long arm outstretched towards me
passing me the joint,
warning me not to put my feet bare feet to the ground,
because let's not forget that the pet in question was in fact
a massive scorpion.

i will never forget your effect on people,
whether you made them smile or squirm,
smiling eyes,
funny hair,
your long arm outstretched towards me
passing me the joint,
smiling in delight or return.

you are timeless in my thoughts.
you will forever be
smiling eyes,
funny hair,
your long arm outstretched towards me
passing me the joint.
and i will forever reach out,
take that joint,
and say thank you my friend.

and by friend i mean,
that person who will always stay with me in spirit,
no matter where in the world,
heavens or below,
with those smiling eyes,
and funny hair,
that long arm forever outstretched towards me
passing me the joint.

tonight though,
this one's for you my friend.
and this second one as well.
what i'd give to look into your smiling eyes,
give you props on your funny hair
and outstretch to you this joint i've got here...
what i'd give for you to be here to take it...
aw sam, this one's for you.

Coming and going

People sweep in and out of lives
like the tides of the ocean on the shore.
Ebb and flow.
Ebb and flow.

Perspective determines whether this this cycle is erosive, corrosive, damaging,
or perhaps imperative to shaping the shoreline as we know it today.

Ebb and flow.

There are some tides that arrive in waves,
and some waves whose beautiful memory lasts a lifetime.
And then there are some waves that destroy everything in its path.
And you wish you could forget it, but can't.

Ebb and flow.

The moon is to blame for all that happens below.
Held hostage by our beliefs that it's more powerful than all of the ocean.
Proving the message from the story of the sun and the wind.
Sometimes it is the gentle hand that can affect the most change.

Ebb and flow.
Ebb and flow.
Ebb and flow.