my friend, my boy

my heart is tugged by inconsolable pain

like ‘angel falls’, tears fall from sleepless eyes
yelping cries come loud from inside my head
my love is wrenched from within my soul

he lumbers about without sight or sound

his insides in discord and spins round and round
the verve, the joy seem to have waned
oh spirit of love, shall i release him from his pain

if you do not hear from me for a while, my friends

i am residing deep in the darkness of my soul
am cogitating upon the choice i must make
asking the universal spirit, his soul to take

if i could i’d exchange one small moment

of reprieve from his angst from the turmoil
he seems to live in his dreams and then
i would pray to his angel to give him peace

soon, all too soon a calm shall embrace his soul

he’ll dream the good dream and walk amidst
the river’s bank where he used to chase the geese
the squirrels, the leaves, the swirling wind

my friend, tell those you meet in your heaven

of our walks, of our talks, how we held
each other when no one else was around
i give you half of my heart to take with you
until our two halves meet again, my boy

calm and content

when corners are rounded

sharpness of edge are honed
the prickly of vitriol is mitigated
anger and hate, atoned

contentment in a life of extremes

is the soft breeze in the dawn
the glitter of but a few stars
winking behind the cloud covered sky

solitude provides room and space

to the charm of nature’s heraldry
and the songs of the ocean wave
while in it's wake the osprey play

in quiet and calm, a spring of knowledge come

this fruit is gathered in wisdom’s abode
and all other distractions no longer matter
for there’s love of peace and the peace of love