Friend

I miss you my friend

The hope that you send

That long stride

we stood back to back

your courage without lack,

Against all fears

never shedding a tear

you never turned away

so I thought you would stay

but all things must end

so I miss you my Friend

Misery

I see a tatterdemalion man

standing on yellow sand

I know who he is not,

but he looks as though in a war he fought

I want to know this man I see

The one who looks with sightless eye through me

from him a great sadness seeps

I fear I'll drown it is so deep

What horrors does this man know?

To make his eyes so hollow

and his hands are stained with blood of man

Whose life through his fingers ran?

I see this man in a dream

And to my mind, too real he seems

One day he spoke to me

and said his name is Misery

I want to ask him why he remains

in his world to endless pain

he smiles as my hand he takes

and then I always awake

His reason I never hear

so for him I shed a tear

This tatterdemalion man so familiar to me

the one whose name is misery

LOST TIME

Time to humans is as a river

altering its course against change

it is life and death giver

and knows no bound to its range

no mortal can ever stop time

but imagine if you could

wouldn't that be sublime?

you can change it if you would

but only in your dreams

time is untouchable to us it seems

but life long lost can teem

if only for a short time in a dream

MIRRORS

I see you

do you see me too?

I glimpse a shadow

and wonder how

my mirror catches

and fetches

you to me

where I can see

are you really here?

I could brush you, you're so near

but no

you're not really here I know

you're only a fever dream

yet so real you seem

but how could it be

you so close to me

I miss you so much,

so near to my touch

but I'll wake up soon

and I'll be in my room

but for now, can we sit and chat?

you wouldn't object to that

would you?

just us, the mirror and the moon?

WINGS

I see your wings

and you see mine

but why can't you see this thing

on yourself at any time?

we see the wings on everyone

as good deeds they've done

thier character shining through

yet yours you are blind to

you say nothing about you is good

that all you are is paltry ruse

but if everyone would

see their own wings

and to know how beautiful a thing

they are, which direction would you choose?

would your decision still be the same?

To die unkown without a name?