My oldest friend
Cast into the world with an anvil mind
My brown and mild eyes
Held weight from many lifetimes.
A shadow holds on to my pale
And bone carved skin
Like the stars cling to the ceiling at night.
Druid moons and hope spun blues
rush to meet my empty soul
and my tongue is fat with ancient spells
Casting away the demons
For a good nights rest.
This is an ode to my dearest friend
A most contemptuous and vile amigo
a liar and a saint
who brings me peaks and valleys and
leaves me alone in broken wells
staring at the blood soaked sun
crossing the meridian with a smile.
I am too kind and too weak to deny
the warm comfort of an old friends company, hello’s and goodbye’s.
One day the shadow will dissipate
The way dew eventually goes back into the clouds
But today, I invite it in and share a cup of tea
We exchange stories
And we cry
For all the time
We have spent together.