Pen seems foreign to paper now
As I write to you my friend
In this realm of sacred poetry
We fought so hard to defend
So many many years ago
When you were young
and I was foolish
Yet together; we were beautiful
Oh mystery we worshipped thee
Our truest words shared here
The medium of poetic confessions
More alive with love than we were
Adolescent corpses entwined in living words
You read me – I read you
Broken spines but no-one knew us
A universe of two
I wonder if you shall read this friend
And read me like you used to
Perhaps we are too old now
For childish games and bashful ways
Yet as the years go by the grip holds tighter
Around the memories of our secret realm
And how we used it
We used it so well
I wonder if you shall read this friend
And know it is you I write of
It always was a guessing game
As hope and doubt battled while eyes searched
Is that my spirit in your ink?
And your blood in mine?
We never knew for sure
But always defined our communion
From this sacred realm
Pen seems foreign to paper now
As I write to you my friend
In this realm of sacred poetry
We fought so hard to defend
So many many years ago…
You are still young
and I am foolish
So forever; may we be beautiful?
Memoirs of a Pedestrian 