#goneforgoode

[gone-for-goode]

dear goodey,

northern wind.

cold sea burning warm

in grey-blue eyes.

[gone-for-goode]

dear goodey,

i chose you not by chance,

but because something in you

awoke something in me.

[gone-for-goode]

dear goodey,

you are a presence

steady, quiet and deep–

a face where

hidden stories sleep.

[gone-for-goode]

dear goodey,

bottled in devon–

yet the mischief was uncorked

the moment you smiled.

[gone-for-goode]

dear goodey,

lines upon your face,

each one a river of grace.

time does not steal–

it crowns, it reveals.

[gone-for-goode]

dear goodey,

forgive me for breaking your peace,

still these words insist

on being spoken.

[gone-for-goode]

dear goodey,

only a fleeting moment–

sunlight rested just below your navel

and revealed the rhythm of your heart.

[gone-for-goode]

dear goodey,

untamed yet kind,

with a restless mind,

he drifts through the days,

finding joy in small ways.