The mind, a dormant stone

Tonight we were destined to sit next to each other. Neither of us thought to look, only to listen to the music and enjoy a smoke. I retreated from my friend to mesh into the bricks behind me. I'd tap my head to the beats, wishing to conjure up music to feast on a nighttime lullaby. I just took control, like I always do. "Hey DJ. Do you have any Doors?" He nodded. "I don't want Light my Fire . Too commercial. I love it, but I want to hear Whiskey Bar , or Roadhouse Blues ...or Crystal Ship . I love that song." Then it played. I walked out to greet Jennifer and her panting civilians wanting a shot. She laughed. "Alright! The Doors are on! Woohoo!" More smokes, more lights shared under the sober moonlight. The crowd gathered around Jennifer, more lighters swapped pockets, and they laughed. A peering eye, and a lean forward, "Did someone say, ' Justin ' ?" We gave head shakes... "Ummm, no man." Well allllllrigh...

Like Romeo & Juliet, we shine on like stars, separated by death -- the memories come in storms to electrify my eyes with the reality of yesterday. I'm pulled to their charm, but running conflicts with today's prize; a generous heart handed over, a blessing to my loneliness. Still, there is us and we triumphed in 73 days. Windows of words penetrate the love; the union of One and an explosion of universal rendezvous, showcase in a carousel. His life, our paths walked into the other, nesting in generations unbeknownst. I house myself under its agenda, put shame to my face for walking upward, beyond the posts we tied ourselves to. Indian Summer in radiance. Calamity of fate.

You visited me; I am not sure why I am so surprised... I thought of you, wished for you, and you came. I felt your hands, saw your lips, sucked in your taste. Everything was as it was before, for moments of hours, or days, inside. Thank you for your body, your care and love... I found you immersed in water, it gave more shape to your body -- your frame. I recognized you immediately. When we touched, the opaque became skin. Reality. Kisses under water, upon lips with ash, stuck in a worrisome smile; complex. You stayed long because I didn't want to let go. I still didn't. You're still beautiful -- warm; pushed the comfort upon me and rolled me up into your body. Eyes always yours. Just those lips had changed; a full pout, but tarnished still... You didn't speak. Our communication was internal.                                          Fragile, everlasting.

Justin Allen Adler *artist*father*son*soul mate* There is no greater gift that you can give to someone than the gift of your time.  Essentially, that is all we have, and that is all we will keep.  Justin on New Years 2010! Las Vegas, baby! Beyond the skies, there is another tomorrow that will be limitless,  and only those who dwell there can know the fragility of its essence.  When you walk, who will you know?  When you cross, who will you expect to see?  Our love is what pulls us to those we know, like a magnetic force, across all plains.  We will always exist, as we once had, together, but eternally.  This page is dedicated to the memories of Justin Adler. Leave your love; share your memories. This marks the 2nd year since he has moved from our sights, but his memory will always remain in our hearts. <3 IFLY Still up, after our first night meeting each other. We saw the sun rise. Our first picture together; The Griffin. ...