Untitled by: Anonymous
This was a poem written by a very dear friend of mine. One day he'll be a great writer and teacher. He's taught me more than he can imagine.
i can not imagine the depth
of his blindness
he who turned away
without manner or method
without care or reason
walked so proudly away
from the things he would not let
seize him.....
And i can see
how once gold paths
turned to soot
and the light of you
these
turned to vague whispers
in grief's brief shadows
and how remorse
in languid rythms
became his only companion
where your voice does not echo,
without guiding weight
of your presence
deprived from the
wholeness of your being
(A blessing in the darkness
a touch among the shadows).
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