I used to love the sound of rain
The way it pittered on a windows pain;
The way it patterned on a cobbled lane
I used to love the rain.

You pealed across my sky like thunder
While I, like lightning, zigged and zagged in blunder;
On darkened night you aimed to plunder
But this golden heart had been torn asunder.

I can't account for the ways I've healed
Or which battles on wounded knee I've kneeled;
It's seen on every battle field
The way I've fought, yelled, whispered, & keeled.

A friend is like a ring of gold,

Its value known by those who hold,

Friends are few and far between,

Loyal, true, opinions keen.



On dark nights when tears oft flow,

At times in life nowhere to go,

A heart that's broke and cannot heal,

To give advice, a love that's real.



Always there in times of need,

Healing wisdom, words to heed,

The brightest star within the sky,

No price to pay, no reason why.



A sack of Gold within his hand,

The stranger walked into the land,

To buy and sell, or some to lend,

And yet the gold brought him no friend.



In a life where things can rot or rust,

Where all must die, return to dust,

There is no thing which one can hold,

Except a friend worth more than gold.



If you find this precious gift,

That friend who truly spirits lift,

Do not betray, do not forget,

For those who do will long regret.



© William Power (2011) All rights reserved

Although it's only been days
I still can't count the ways
My body screams and aches
I don't have what it takes

How long have you been gone?
The list goes on and on,
Do you miss me too?
**...Not like I miss you.