As the bullets current draws the soul of <br />Abraham Lincoln <br /> <br />As dreamers drown in fairy tales of extacy <br />and land with flying unicorn <br /> <br />So has my hearts wander in the circle of <br />pain and illusion <br /> <br />So is my thought wailing with memories of <br />gentle confusion <br /> <br />From a lushing sharing of pregnant full <br />friendship <br /> <br />To a state of seige where my existence <br />seems locked in barren ship <br /> <br />I recall the friendly motion of care, <br />louderness and gentle replies <br /> <br />When even a poke or hi can lite a wild <br />fire of conversation without denies <br /> <br />But Oh you my inner me, this friend now <br />stand numbed <br /> <br />Her ear's and hands, to my messages <br />blutted and dumbed <br /> <br />Im not writing these words out of <br />emptiness or frustration <br /> <br />But with great piety I write because I <br />many never had chance to apologise for <br />my ill decision <br /> <br />I hope you reflect of me when the sky <br />silences with whim of delight <br /> <br />And forgive me for whatever lousiness i <br />might have insight <br /> <br />Because i never wish anything that's out <br />of the song of a Nightingale <br /> <br />Except what will draw smile out of your <br />cheeks and fragrance from your facial Vail <br /> <br />I miss you my friend <br /> <br />And I'll be even when our silenceness <br />cease to end<br /><br />kemurl fofanah<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/letter-to-a-friend-9/
