Ishmael

Ishmael, you appeared in my dreams for saving you
from the shinning hole.
I embraced you, sitting with you on the terrace,
touched again your bones.

I coudnn't go to your black concert, sorry,
I was missing myself in life.
I pray for you. I pay the ticket to return
you are nothing but smile.

I will meet you at the cemetery, and
I will see your back of the neck, again.
Your horse, the oil on my shoes,
you like a goalkeeper without pain.

School love, masturbating on green grass.
Smoking for the first time.
Loosing balls on the playground.
Touching your hand lines.

You're dead Ishmael.
You appeared in my dreams.
Please, forgive me and come back
to life
and tell me what it means