IN LOVING MEMEORY OF OUR DEARLY DEPARTED FRIENSHIP
Why are the shutters down? Where has all the laughter gone? Why are the couches empty? The gods are no longer at ease in each other’s company. What happened to the voices of soulful chatter? Even while the graves are still empty. Who took the beauty of peaceful silence? When you became a hunter for my words. Where is the Love in service? When gods steal what we give freely. Where went the counsel in our communion? When wisdom is your sole possession. How did hope walk out of sight? When the bookshelf keeps history of wrong. How did we let one little fox grow an earth? When we sought the comfort of temporary malice, and safety beneath the carpet for our disagreements. The feeling of being de-spitefully used kept us at sunset, even when dawn came in all its’ glory. Slowly the burden of resentment crept in, and the flowers of friendship faded in bloom. The arrogance of