As the bullets current draws the soul of
Abraham Lincoln
As dreamers drown in fairy tales of extacy
and land with flying unicorn
So has my hearts wander in the circle of
pain and illusion
So is my thought wailing with memories of
gentle confusion
From a lushing sharing of pregnant full
friendship
To a state of seige where my existence
seems locked in barren ship
I recall the friendly motion of care,
louderness and gentle replies
When even a poke or hi can lite a wild
fire of conversation without denies
But Oh you my inner me, this friend now
stand numbed
Her ear's and hands, to my messages
blutted and dumbed
Im not writing these words out of
emptiness or frustration
But with great piety I write because I
many never had chance to apologise for
my ill decision
I hope you reflect of me when the sky
silences with whim of delight
And forgive me for whatever lousiness i
might have insight
Because i never wish anything that's out
of the song of a Nightingale
Except what will draw smile out of your
cheeks and fragrance from your facial Vail
I miss you my friend
And I'll be even when our silenceness
cease to end
kemurl fofanah
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/letter-to-a-friend-9/
