Feb 27, 2012

Become A Friend

We have been thieves, stealing the purple thunder.

Awaking to night worries, regrets that walk

hard wood floors. They tell us we are prisoners in our war.

The grudges which scrape sweet cares among an empty world.

The sincere love replaced with a malice of the heart.

When will we lift the heavy burdens.

Then bundle our bitterness like a tight nap sack.

Forgive ourselves with graceful hugs that surround us freely.

Our dues have been paid. The years cave- in on contact as

we let go of selfish pride. You are a precious sight that I have

memorized for so long. A silver dollar found on a dusty road.

A cooing sound at my window pane. May we build what has been torn apart. 

After all we mustered these miserable teardrops.

Our bond will be greater as friendship is restored.

There isn't a need to keep score anymore.

jhp©2010-2011  



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