San Francisco Aids Year English Couplet

There was a sense a feeling a consciousness Ill and loosing friends long ago in San Francisco Visiting when I was sharing vanilla shakes All that he could eat and enough for me We both tired so quickly, sitting together Watching a tv show, washing his dishes There was so much fear and ignorance People did not want to learn or read I miss him even now after so many years Remembering those young days gone by Blue skies, gray fog, white clouds Tall Eucalyptus trees aromatic leaves waving High up in the hill, a white cross waiting for Easter Moments soft and quiet, caring contemplation The worries, the pain, the uncertainty, still there That sense of awareness, even a presence A kindness, a Force seemed near As we struggled to be alive as much As we were allowed as the fog rolled in And the nights grew dark and cold The city lights, and the soft winds, Gave us a kind of ease and even acceptance ensued A sense of a Force that was close by Ready to receive us and bring peace Something — a presence without judgement Was there -- that ended the burden of life when it was too much to bear A Force universal, a Force that was waiting a Force that was aware