Goodbyes sharpen sorrow sought in knowing,
Questions why and how death transmutes all time,
Farewells find pained pleasure in past knowing
Shared memories, now shrouded, once sublime.
Goodbyes taint the wonder felt in chances
Life would last and sad endings were a lie,
Farewell’s truth, untempered circumstances
Lost, the fleeting moments, censured to die.
Tho’ goodbyes break hearts with swollen starkness,
Unsheltered from the form of wailing near,
Tho’ farewells fling souls to doom and darkness,
Whispered voices can ease our unshed tears.
Goodbye to fears and could have tales we told,
Farewell to grief, each heart the light must hold.
The only person that fits the category of ‘former friend’ according to my initial understanding of Twindaddy’s 13th question in the 25 day music challenge is one I choose not to remember, except to say:
Pernicious she was,
Vampiric bleeder of souls.
Better in the past.
I’ll take it instead to mean friends I’ve lost touch with for one reason or another. I still think fondly of them and know it would be like picking up where we left off should we meet again. Those people I consider as friends are never lost to my affections. One, in particular, I hope to catch up with in the fairly near future, all things going well.
For all friends that I may have lost touch with, because life takes us different places, I think of James Taylor with ‘You’ve Got A Friend’.
On brilliant wings,
I sense your soul approaching,
as shards of glass
it rips through hidden veil,
renders all around
to shattered darkness,
blinding all, though
inner eyes prevail.
carry me under water, beneath eternal blue,
slip easily, sleek agility.
carry me on water, one penny for Charon,
carry me in water, bejewelled surface break,
dive and rise, erupt euphoric serenity.
carry me like water, absorb, replace
blood’s coursing, transfuse divinity.
carry me, drowned in your water, relive the cycle,
unite and fall, suspended totality.
carry me, compulsion, enthral my soul,
lush liquid inevitability.
You, my love, may never know the measure
Of all you meant and do still in my dreams.
You believe that loving is lost treasure
And nightmares should still haunt in endless screams.
You, love, have forgotten just how endless
Hearts believe in worthy; one soul’s value.
Yes, my love, you think that I am mindless.
How you decipher, then you misconstrue.
All that reigns is loneliness without you,
All that beckoned once, a dim memory.
You think loving dies; is always untrue.
How many lost their hope to fallacy?
Faith, ever justified, in believing.
Come, my love, rejoice in hearts receiving.
This was shared on my Facebook page. And I love it. Must have listened to it half a dozen time since. A combo of spiritual, politics, fantastic music and an amazing video.
Edited. I should have added this link. Petition to Abolish Columbus Day
A Beautiful voice. Enya. Sentiments so meaningful. Physical, spiritual, see what you will. But simply lovely.
If I Could Be Where You Are
Peace is offered and granted,
Cessation that only one sought.
Though earth may diminish what heaven can allow,
Bequests such as this are not bought –
A treaty unsigned and unwanted,
Antagonism ended, apart.
In honour of how heal all hurts, it stands –
For the price of one broken heart.