DEDICATED TO

WILSON RILES SR.

I met a man of many wonders

Aged like ancient wood

Full of life and colored nectar

Drained of flesh and blood.

He said, "My child you walk a path as I,"

"One road to this O one to that"

"What fun we look to find,"

His voice rasped soft as angels wings

Grey as ashes falling dreams

Sound that moves with fluids grace

Plays with ribbons soft in space.

It moved inside my soul

It caught my thoughts silvery thread

And I listened close to every word he said.

"Move quietly with catlike grace,"

"From here to there either place,"

"Find the spot where your feet grow blind,

"And reach their roots"

"Your mouth will smile"

"And your eyes will sun"

"Your brain will smooth"

"And soon you'll see"

"That to stay and dream will always be,"

"and it will string your world to one."

-Poyom Riles