Jan 2020
You never were the cosmic universe
You never were the warmth of the sun
You were not even its reflection as the moon
However, you were every blade of grass
And could have been every crashing wave
Or each ripple of the pond
But You
Were the restless soul
Structured in appearance yet
Roaming with a formless mind
But You
Were the sleeping life
Surrounded by love yet
Suffocated by loneliness
You never were the warmth of the sun
You were not even its reflection as the moon
However, you were every blade of grass
And could have been every crashing wave
Or each ripple of the pond
But You
Were the restless soul
Structured in appearance yet
Roaming with a formless mind
But You
Were the sleeping life
Surrounded by love yet
Suffocated by loneliness
I wrote this from my friend David who felt his only choice had become taking his own life. I miss him dearly and originally wrote this and thought one day I would finish it. After going back to it nearly a year later to work on it, I determined it was actually finished. Thoughts?
