*Cosmic Mist*
Bluelighter
I was walking down the street depressed
(Walking, under much duress,)
When walking from the other end
Came a dear and treasured friend.
He took my hand and further we walked
As of many past events we talked.
I was upset - he lent an ear
I told him all my hopes and fears.
In confidence I explained my gaffes,
But he simply turned to me and laughed!
I frowned at him in disbelief
Asking: “Where is the humour in my grief?”
And in between shortened laughs
He told me that my troubles weren’t even half
Of what he dealt with every day,
Yet he was surprised when I walked away!
He called me - but I wouldn’t come,
So he followed me - until the sun
Had found some comfy resting place
And I turned to him - he looked disgraced.
He told me he was sorry to hear
Of all my troubles, griefs and fears,
But that his own troubles had left him low
Causing him to mock my minor woes.
But when I asked, he simply sighed
And thanked me, that I’d even inquired.
So when I pursued, and his arm, touched
He claimed there was:
“Too little time to tell so much”
And as I treasured him as a friend,
I did nothing more that could offend,
For though I thought to help with his ordeal,
I knew that one-day, it would be revealed.
* * * *
So still further down the street we walked,
Of small and trivial things we talked
Just to pass the time away
‘Til the small hours of the day
Appeared, and I realised that time
Was not a commodity freely mine.
I had to go, he looked so sad.
I went to leave and felt so bad,
That I offered him my help again:
“Why the grief-ridden look my friend?
Why the look of anger set
Upon thy face? Why such regret?”
But he just looked at me and smiled.
He said all was fine, and I knew he’d lied.
But there was nothing more that could be done,
So I left him beneath a setting sun
As to not be too late returned
For I was tired, and sleep I yearned.
* * * *
Now I look back with regret,
As into my memory is set,
The vision of my treasured “ami”
Who left this world unfortunately.
Depressed far much more than I,
But yet still he would not cry.
He wished to tell - but instead
He opted to go and lose his head
And enact this deed of rash proportions
Influenced by all his life’s distortions.
I wish I had have listened well
While he told me of his hell!
But I chose to leave instead,
Now all that remains of him
Is in my head…
I left him in his time of need!
It was my arrogance and greed
Which made him feel there was no more
As I left him standing at my front door!
Maybe if I’d lent an ear,
My dearest friend would still be here
But now he’s from my world disappeared
And I’m alone to tackle all my fears!
My broken life I can’t amend!
Maybe I’ll see you soon my friend…
* * * *
My friend I too much miss your breath
For now I too am close to death
And as this jagged edge draws near
My last uttered scream - I hope you hear.
Soon we will be together once more
And that way shall remain,
Forevermore…
[ 19 July 2002: Message edited by: *Cosmic Mist* ]
(Walking, under much duress,)
When walking from the other end
Came a dear and treasured friend.
He took my hand and further we walked
As of many past events we talked.
I was upset - he lent an ear
I told him all my hopes and fears.
In confidence I explained my gaffes,
But he simply turned to me and laughed!
I frowned at him in disbelief
Asking: “Where is the humour in my grief?”
And in between shortened laughs
He told me that my troubles weren’t even half
Of what he dealt with every day,
Yet he was surprised when I walked away!
He called me - but I wouldn’t come,
So he followed me - until the sun
Had found some comfy resting place
And I turned to him - he looked disgraced.
He told me he was sorry to hear
Of all my troubles, griefs and fears,
But that his own troubles had left him low
Causing him to mock my minor woes.
But when I asked, he simply sighed
And thanked me, that I’d even inquired.
So when I pursued, and his arm, touched
He claimed there was:
“Too little time to tell so much”
And as I treasured him as a friend,
I did nothing more that could offend,
For though I thought to help with his ordeal,
I knew that one-day, it would be revealed.
* * * *
So still further down the street we walked,
Of small and trivial things we talked
Just to pass the time away
‘Til the small hours of the day
Appeared, and I realised that time
Was not a commodity freely mine.
I had to go, he looked so sad.
I went to leave and felt so bad,
That I offered him my help again:
“Why the grief-ridden look my friend?
Why the look of anger set
Upon thy face? Why such regret?”
But he just looked at me and smiled.
He said all was fine, and I knew he’d lied.
But there was nothing more that could be done,
So I left him beneath a setting sun
As to not be too late returned
For I was tired, and sleep I yearned.
* * * *
Now I look back with regret,
As into my memory is set,
The vision of my treasured “ami”
Who left this world unfortunately.
Depressed far much more than I,
But yet still he would not cry.
He wished to tell - but instead
He opted to go and lose his head
And enact this deed of rash proportions
Influenced by all his life’s distortions.
I wish I had have listened well
While he told me of his hell!
But I chose to leave instead,
Now all that remains of him
Is in my head…
I left him in his time of need!
It was my arrogance and greed
Which made him feel there was no more
As I left him standing at my front door!
Maybe if I’d lent an ear,
My dearest friend would still be here
But now he’s from my world disappeared
And I’m alone to tackle all my fears!
My broken life I can’t amend!
Maybe I’ll see you soon my friend…
* * * *
My friend I too much miss your breath
For now I too am close to death
And as this jagged edge draws near
My last uttered scream - I hope you hear.
Soon we will be together once more
And that way shall remain,
Forevermore…
[ 19 July 2002: Message edited by: *Cosmic Mist* ]
