You are my friend…..

One of maybe two or three
I give that label to
and now you’re moving far away
I don’t know what to do

Of all the people in my life
you're one I like the most
And when you’re gone I fear I’ll be
a lost and empty ghost

In rough times you could make me laugh
No matter if crying
That’s how it was for you and I
Song birds always singing

Seldom in life those come along
with whom you just connect
No effort needed to belong
Each other, you both get

In a dark sky, you’re my North Star
Beacon of light and hope
But now it’s just an empty space
Left with six feet of rope

And selfishly, in fact I'd do
about most anything
If I could get you not to leave
Forever we could sing

But doing so would mean that you
Would live life in a cage
Taking away what makes you, You
It wouldn’t be the same

I’m not that selfish even though
the pain rips at my core
I’d take it for eternity
If it meant you weren’t sore

My dearest friend I hope you know
I love you very much
And even though you won’t be close;
Can not reach out and touch

I know we’ll talk and even see
each other time to time
When touching base or catching up
To know each other’s fine

But like a tide, sometimes in life
Friendships will ebb and flow
Each person has a life to live
And down a path we go

And even in those times when we
might drift further apart
You’re someone I’ll always hold near
and cherish in my heart

Fly Fly away now little bird
Go off and spread your wings
And I’ll wait here till you return
When once again we sing

I feel so alone
though you're here by my side,
only an arms length away.
I just never realized
my arm was an eternity long

When all you do is hang around
snakes, soon enough you too
will be spewing venom.

The great dialectic remains between fate and free will.
I'm prepared to defend the notion that fate has a bigger hand
Without seeing into the future we are unable to change it
The forms textures chiaroscuros and chromes are painted into each of us as we descend into the world soul
and discover we are not merely posing cameos  
directed by each other's projections

All souls are evocations,
layer upon layer of archetypes  
each of them
prayers and yogas
all irreducible fluctious desires

voluptuous nymph or curmudgeon
hero or *****

As depth accumulates
we give each thing a name
we live and unfurl destiny
both good and evil
This fate already forged into our souls.

Only in destinies weaving finality, 
even beyond the grave 
are we melted down like snow in divine rays
of effulgent light, and pure spirit