Chaotic Action Man
Bluelighter
what do you do when you’ve reached the last chapter.
the last page on which was written,
last words, both spoken and unsaid.
what do you do when you close the book
on your oldest friend.
so hard to let go of the last vestiges
of what we were, what we hoped to be.
yet look at what we have become.
so strong in the growing,
the never ending walkabout,
searching not for the answers that define us,
but rather the questions we’ve posed instead.
always the bird who flittered,
you never have done so in vain.
maybe the words were not there,
but you were always the one
leading the way in the darkness
by the beautiful sound of your voice.
you were my everything.
and in the end?
the many tears
filling a river to the sea
have released us...
two boats set sail
and are free.
the last page on which was written,
last words, both spoken and unsaid.
what do you do when you close the book
on your oldest friend.
so hard to let go of the last vestiges
of what we were, what we hoped to be.
yet look at what we have become.
so strong in the growing,
the never ending walkabout,
searching not for the answers that define us,
but rather the questions we’ve posed instead.
always the bird who flittered,
you never have done so in vain.
maybe the words were not there,
but you were always the one
leading the way in the darkness
by the beautiful sound of your voice.
you were my everything.
and in the end?
the many tears
filling a river to the sea
have released us...
two boats set sail
and are free.
