Effect from the Affect

They say it’s easy to write-- just open a vein and bleed.

I suspect speaking is more like opening your heart and letting

Your soul flow freely—the Nile fertilizing the land.

And I would like to know how you do that? Ask without asking?

The eyes, mannerism, or language? The pictures capture something.

The words capture more. The eyes convey. Is it all three? Rather, much more I suspect.

As I sit on the couch I drift through The truthful thoughts,

Like a passage through warmer waters,

Like drifting deeper into a colluded collaboration that I had no conscious part in planning.

So sophisticated and so full that you’re weighted,

Grounded in life but still rising above.

How do you do that without effort? Affect me? You could be deprived of candlelight and still shine,

just like the moon that I know so well. I have

Bathed in its Goddess Glow, yet have never been there,

it's weighty gravity that effects me so, as that moon hovers above.

Yet, the moon appears flighty.

It wanes and it waxes as it comes and it goes and hide behind clouds and the light…

But it is never really gone and its presence, like yours, has that constant effect.

And quite simply, I would like to know how you do that.

Based a on a recurring set of dreams of a man I have known only in my dreams since childhood.