Dream Infection

My piano is dead,
few broken tones – then,
drowning in silence.

Grandpa returned,
to Neverland,
last night.

Moon’s silver path,
over the sea,
walking to eternity.

Crossed the White Bridge,
becomes young,
love reunited.

He is forever,
a visionary economist,
a romantic.

A man who,
believed in love,
and its destiny.

He loves grandma,
from the first sight,
’til his last breath.

A revolutionary,
among Siam’s
earliest economists.

Inequality,
cooperatives,
and access to finance.

These terms were,
there since,
my childhood.

His last words,
to me was,
“I’m still into the affair of the State”.

Truly a man,
of Neverland.

Hearing,
my old piano,
under water.

Jumping to,
another universe,
tonight.

I saw a dead friend today,

he took his own life years ago,

today he was on Facebook.