dear old friend of mine
from the crumbling pages
of the book the angels wrote
you and I have traveled many roads side by side
friends and lovers, adversaries, enemies
and always, always there is the home-going
where you and I meet again
away from the storm
of this unquiet world
hold our sides
with aching laughter
cry in each others arms
remember
the way it was
the hell we raised
the fires we started
the blood we shed
the love we made
before we return
to the dance,
the maelstrom of this mad planet
to do it all again.
when next we meet
you and I will be all the wiser
and I'll make my best endeavor
to encounter you
as warriors of old once did
in the deep woods
upon finding themselves face to face
among great sentinel trees
vaulting towards heaven
a cathedral of no man's making
the boughs festooned with mistletoe
I will lay down my weapons
against you, my beloved
watch you do the same
and we will at last embrace
all debts paid
ancient friend
forgiven in the sight of God.
forgiving in the same breath.
Author notes
for an ancient friend. no mistake.
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*sigh* I've been absent from your page for too long. I apologize for that. This is absolutely breath-taking, and the last two lines really did me in. Your pen is glorious, as always. *big hug* Miss you, Lady Noir. We'll catch up soon, I hope. .
An old friend,
~Ms. Sang.
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Enjoyed the entire thing, your thoughts and how it reads almost like a letter written to someone, the sincerest form of it. The one thing I tripped on was 'home-going' just wanting to read it the other way around. It's a stunning write C
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