To see my dreams on fogged-out screens
To hear the windblown songs of flowers
To feel the muted beats of quaking hearts
In drum roll echoes of my aging world
While clasping my warm hand in yours
You are my friend and please don’t forget
I am yours and so will always be…
Go on and hold my graceful word
Spoken in a raspy whisper for
Good luck on hoar-capped dandelions
Sun-like flowers aging just like me
Hiding in fleece-soft grass
Away from butter-golden rays
Now circled by the stubby bumblebee
Now parachuting in their sylph-like bristles
I will give you ringing bells my friend
At once to shut off my anxiety
At last to thaw frost-bitten hearts
To feel again part of one rowdy family
Trusting that death is just a vapid myth
Let me drop my shining word
Ripple-like in your cool pool
Of happy consciousness
While I stand and toss baked stones
Hot-potato-like in blue ink water
Let me give you songs of flowers
Or watch you chase wandering winds
While I sit melting sugar dreams
Inside my cup of marshmallow lather
In darkling twilight through chalk-dusted doors
Let me but offer loud resounding words
Echoing with bell-like cadence
Or press our soft warm hands together
Or stand in life’s circle center-stage
One you and I cannot disturb
May you be blessed my dear friend
My trusted friend as you move on
Blessed for a million lives from now
By winds that blow from east to west
And by the dreaming angels as you go
Bye my friend bye…