Poem 6

I wrote this poem a very long time ago. But since I am handicapped with writer's block at the moment (well poet's block actually, since I still can write;), here is a wonderful poem I hold dear to my heart. It makes me happy to read this again and to share it. I was in a very tragic place in my young adult life when I wrote this. If I could find joy then, I can surely take notice now, that my friend is right here with me, always has been and always will be.

The Return of the Prodigal Friend

How long has it been, my friend
Since we laughed and played together?
Where have you been all this time?
You've been here by my side.

And I have not noticed, so caught up
In my self-induced mental agony and confusion,
Running after purpose, only to watch it
Disappear as I think I'm getting nearer.

For you, my purpose, are already here
Awaiting my acceptance. If only I would look
Over my shoulder to see your loving eyes
Begging a smile and quiet my own cries

To hear your still small voice.

Listen, my soul, to the birds singing
And the wind rustling through the leaves,
To the tears of my forgotten love
As they fall softly against the windowpane

And follow these sounds as the call of a childhood friend.

Look past the window of yourself, my soul,
To the irrational joy that lies beyond,
To the sunshine that shared so many a day
With my friend and I as we would laugh and play.