Inside my body rests this adventurer. I know it was birthed by you. The way fresh air fills your lungs and how a campfire and a cold beer can be like heaven. Riding bikes down bayou banks and tiptoe walking across railroad bridges.
We are wanderers. Romantic gypsies just a little misunderstood.
Do you remember giggling children fake Boot- stomped WWF Style? You were Jake the Snake and we’d die laughing.
Do you remember how you turned us into rocketships? How your strong hands catapulted us across the Parker Road Apartment pool but also across a childhood?
I wonder how many faeries wearing boots you’ve seen in your lifetime. The miles of terrain your feet have touched the faces who’ve witness your smile.
How many stairways to heaven you’ve passed by because you weren’t ready yet.
Still alive and well, you’re still alive and well and I’d make huge bets that Jesus would get down with you. That he’d sit at a table over drinks with the drone of a guitar riff cutting the air in the background while you discussed… how the riff raff made the world a more interesting and beautiful place.
How forgiveness is this thing that’s more important than young years understand.
How your legacy is left inside the music I’ll always hear when I think of you. Shhhhh listen to this guitar…. Turn in up…..listen.
I know that we’re a testament. That these silly birthed beings show what kind of man Heaven needed you to become. A place for everything and everyone. In the words of a wiseman,
“What I am trying to get across to you; is please take of yourselves and those that you love; because that is what we are here for, that's all we got, and that is all we can take with us. Are you with me?”
Are you with me? Do you dig it? We do, we really do.