Sometimes he is a child
innocence personified
at times quite unlike one
maturity embodied.
His spirits are bouyant and his acts alive,
reminding me of ol times
spent in bliss,
His talks pacify and his being's placid,
of future I can fantasize,
with dreams in tranquil.
His smile's genuine, his words honest,
his walk's classic and looks convinced,
but
He's naive at heart, clear in goals
as any diamond would be.
Met as a friend,
vanished less than a foe,
his company soothed
his care salved...
for, those times he was present
remain unparallel
to any friend met in ages.
To him I could connect
and lose myself,
in the identity he created,
in the factor of 'us'
that he always protected...
But calm seas are seldom liked,
sounds of waves, often loved,
sudden cyclones disrupt peace,
...its the law of nature
and again silence reaps.
'It's a cycle...' they say
for silence is often followed by waves.
Waves they begin
and slowly take off,
killing the deadly silence,
that almost raked me face-off!
...and now he's gone
can't get back,
for it's Freud's mind they say
gone for once, its not to be seen ever again.
