Today I met an old friend from a land 58 light years away
Like an alien he started talking moving his eyes from side to side
He was so charged up I couldn’t blame
He just came back from an illness he sure tried to mend
My palm held my heart as usual it wanted to come out dry
Jump to his so I excused my self and thought what I did was right
I wanted an embrace but my tongue twisted like vines as if some vinegar was poured
Hell I could cry for missing an old friend whom I dreamt was mine
Words from the wind’s contractor, pictures of the guardian’s den, memories of the river, tales of his tears
I’d like one from his mouth so much that my heart’s in despair
To my old friend whom others tried to deduce
My feelings are there but it’s vessel never breaks a spell
Once it’s broken consider it sold.
You came back my friend..