Turned to Glass

At one time
he was substantial…
      he had movement,
      weight, and shape…
he was an obvious presence…
      all polished,
      shiny, and new…
his colors were bright,
and said to be alluring…
      he had that dazzle,
      that jewel like sparkle,
a source of constant comment…
      a friend,
      a loved one,
      a confidant…
someone to make you laugh…
someone to share your dreams…
someone who cared…
      a man of depth
      and inner meaning…
      a jester, a romantic,
a vagabond poet on a life quest…
      more than a friend…
      less than eternal…

he was that person
      you used to know…
      you wonder what became of him…
      now you don’t see him anymore…

drained of what he was…
      he seems invisible…
      but he’s not gone…
just outside the scope of vision
where he stands alone…
transparent and fragile…
       a quiet man…
       lost in solitary thoughts
       as if turned to glass…

© 2004 - R. C. Arquette