Temple of perception?

Moon lit streets....... mundane breeze
Entangled, spangled droplets off memories I squeeze
Reeemeembeering a man with no home
Rugged... Raw…. empty to his bone
Yonks Older and wiser than the tree under which he stood, he always stood

Carrying burdens greater than me
Hiding his sorrows, like weed beneath the sea
Remembering his youth he still was bound by gloom
In 8 lives and his other half lived his moon.
Strangled I felt with no happiness to spare, he only did what he should
Took care of our motorcycles as well as his failing eyes could
Multiplying, the poverty of our souls grew as weak as he
Ask we did for life to wait, as he still stood under the tree
Sacred he was for what he gave… still as he stood my spirit writing on his grave.

“Promises are gently made with all of hearts content
Around that moment’s corner lays a greater unknown
Deeper and darker and prone to change with soulful intent
Many a love remains unsame
As Memories shadowed in vain”