Deano (missing you)

 
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I've set course, a desperate journey today, to find a friend, who has suddenly,
slip so far away.
Life has a way, of closing books are ripping pages, from lives when others,
wished they'd stay.

Iv'e placed a candle, that with hope, burn through the hours of the longest night and until the mornings fresh dew,
it will allow the moon, to peek unshackeably through without fright, in my desperate search for you.

As the suns early ray dawns my closed window,  just as a light house, in search on the seas open bay,
with moth, so vigalantly taking turns, in their own self destruction, in the candles liquid light, they play.

You left suddenly and without warning, although several tears, she left carefully near her vacant chair,
along with two single sheets of white paper, whereby written upon one in tears, was our lords prayer.

On the other, "I am left clinging to a life, that doesn't exist any more and the thoughts iv'e bled, not  my own."
"The silence," she states, "now and forever cuts like a knife," a gapping wound,
since the day you left us alone.

Another day, has come and gone, my body and heart, has become to weiry,
for my head to lay down
another night will wisk away, as my body near to fall, for a nights slumber,
is no where to be found.

So now i lay me down to rest, I lay upon, my hand to chest, with every ache,
my broke heart pounds,
l have long wondered, what lay behind a broken hearts pain, when in critical need, it makes no due sound?

You left on a day, the skies shed tears, from clouds of grey and the sun haphazardly refused to shine,
a lonely man, without a friends warm hand, just as a single rose subcombs
to stranglation, of a wild vine.

From hell to high waters, I'll walk this beatened path and even if on shallow, though sacred ground.
I will miss you my friend, until my life or world ends and continue to search,
until again you are found.
 
Careful be the path a lonely wandering heart takes, when sometimes,
 it's left volnerably open,
as an unavoidable hole, we fall deep within, leading easily, to a dramatic
life, left let down and broken..

Are even behind eyes, of extreme sorrow tend to flow, bellowed waters,
do continue to drown.
those heavenly thoughts, once known to be sacrad, no longer remain,
unfestered and earth bound ...

Jim