A Float through Night Skies and Other Poems in Youth

Friend

In times where hatred looms with thoughtless glare

I seek the comfort of that friend of care

Through raging storms of vengeful air

Of deepened hearts in life, so rare

We'd lift each other, through those thicket times

Some were sour like the taste of limes

And joy was made like sounds of chimes

Too many in life, we've waste with dimes.

We'd sing such boastful tunes; so loud yet soft

Upon the drunken land with jesting loft

And through brimming air of smoke; we coughed

The tinge of love I felt, was waft

I'd scream internal of the mild fixation

Of the timeless spine, with fascination

As we trod among fields of creation

Within a sentence of eloquent diction.

And yet when moons have severed binds

I'd see those times as dim it shines

As faces change, myself declines

With trying efforts – feel, confines

We were coloured players upon a stage

Of wishful flair and the voice of rage

Now, all remains is me engaged

With lonely feeling of a rusting cage.