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 pride snuffed our air, now the trees no Longer dance in symphony.

The drought of impatience has raped our once fertile land and left us strangers at home.

It’s all your fault! It’s all your fault! And not our fault!

Yet we are at the Arena to defend our Honor in this fight of life.

All is gone, much is lost; 

Now I see. It’s a looser' game.

They say she died today in this bloody war of words and emotions; 

But, we know she died yesterday when that little fox stepped in and we looked the other way.