Midnight
was struck. I
awoke to its chimes.
A text full of sorrow then bestowed my tired eyes.
I learned that dark night of a new found friend's
pain,
and was bitterly angered at life's twisted game.
To tailor my thoughts around the reapers grim art,
his lachrymose palette, and his canvas; our hearts.
Fury engulfed me, and I felt remorse like no other;
the world had been stripped
of a best friend, a son and a brother.
In company of loved ones; solace we take.
We dry off the tears from the cheeks they have
raked.
The darkened horizon may seem heavy with rain;
but blue streaks appear to cast off grief's chains.
And so over time, the emotions will subside.
The hurt in ones soul will see fit to hide.
Our fond memories will spread wide and far,
in melodic sweet lyrics,
and notes picked from guitars.
Tomas Bird - Pear Kindling 2017
