Leon Poem by Charlie F. Kane

Underneath a blue moon and crystal sky
A deep eyed wanderer stared up at the stars.
Leon wishes for a paint box and easel
To communicate the place that the sky above put him in-
Another puppet in God’s greater show.
They did not listen to the images he had to show
And the only words he had to say.
They could not see the beauty he had to offer
They could not take his glasses
And understand how he saw the world
In distinct hues of pink and grey.
I hope for Leon they will listen to him now.

For one who loved the world so
He could not find the love returned,
To much spread over the world
Was not enough for one to give back.
Perhaps they love him now.

On that Autumn night,
He took with him nothing but his mind,
A browned Completes Works of Shakespeare
And the unquestioning razor blade.
And like all the lovers that have gone before
He took his life near to a river,
Citing the speeches from Hamlet
As the world faded away.

Leon, I understand you now.
I never guessed you hurt that much,
I never had time to listen.

©Charlie F. Kane

31/7/08