
Michaela
Dear John (Tolkien)
Dear John
I have been dying to tell you
How I admire your work, your life,
How I want to emulate your way of sailing
Of mounting each wave
In your box brain where the ships are swans
And it all comes back to
Light
How you make of the trials peanuts,
Something quickly gone and mindless
That just happens...
And still the rain falls on green things and
All will grow, as the clock is wound
For coming days, for the times
Which we must rise into
Gripping until our fingernails ache
On hands interlaced in the knowledge
We'll get through this together
Cottoning on to real camaraderie
Even as we stand alone in
A world spinning while we watch
Like a video directed by wind
Blowing hard to clear the
Dust from all our eyes, to quicken
Blood flowing through our veins
As the sap awakens in spring-budded trees
Where birds are trilling,
Before they soar into skies
With cloud-foam horses
Where our dreams ride forth
To dawn