REVISED

So the one thing about writing a poem dedicated to someone for a poetry class your taking.... is that sometimes you get criticized. I had to re-due the poem I wrote for my friend Sam who passed away but the good thing is that I like this one better. So here it is! I will be writing more blogs soon...

To Short 

Memories of you are shooting stars against the black night

The same stars had flown above as we had embraced to make light

With our lips, and hips choosing to live

As we did

Years ago, before you-

Vanished to the earth, the wind and skies

 I find

Myself beginning to retreat, beginning to rewind

You would chase me down now

If you knew I wept now

Chase me down like the days of our childlike play

When the use of a moment was not to survive

But to bask in the brightness of being alive

I recall kindheartedness in your eyes, eyes like soft coal

The same pleasure for life you held close to your soul

.

You my friend were fearless, a molder and sculpture of men!

You rode bareback through life stopping only when

Your final breath came to and your life came to an end.

You knew life was too short to hold the reigns in close

When immortality seemed to follow like a pale moon ghost.

There is a power to not knowing.

I contemplated this as a stood looking out to sea

The softness of your smile that now can never be.

I noticed every second, watched waves hurtle against the sand

The truth is hard for me to seize, believe or even understand.

The churning of waves unsettled, oceans run down my face

 The chaos of the stormy sea slowly falling into place.

There’s a power to not knowing when our lives will end

Yet, this realization does not stop me aching for my friend.

Our memories remain like worn down picture books

Turning pages of our treasured times each like tugging hooks.

How unforgiving is this life?

To wrap us all in love

To remind us we have no control

Then to give us all a shove.