• Friends of craft, blown away
    Lingering to wait and pray
    Cloudy skies, they hide the stars
    Praying will not get me far

    All I knew is dead and gone
    Friends and colleagues, dead at dawn
    Never see the sun to rise
    Poetry's silent demise

    Few, if any, can relate
    Raging internal debate
    Moving on to some place fresh -
    Only way to cure the flesh

    No more letters sent my way
    No more home to chat and stay
    Gaia lost its written flair,
    Must find a replacement lair

    UC Poika has passed
    Pumpkin messages me last
    ninety days and nights ago
    When the ground was glistening snow

    Found new friends, have I, have I
    Inspiration clears my eye
    New home I have found, you see
    Spades Alone is who I'll be

    All of you who read my work,
    Who watched me grow from shining birth
    Feel free to join my ragtag crew
    We'll share a word or two with you

    Pencil trapped against my chest,
    Sadness burning in my breast,
    Bittersweet is this domain;
    Source of joy and yet disdain

    Like talking to a long-lost friend
    You comforted and held my hand
    Yet we must go our separate ways
    In search of better, brighter days

    Sorry that it had to end
    Selfish am I, my old friends
    Wish that I could stay with you,
    Heartbeat won't allow me to

    For those inside my mental Haze
    My Heartbeat gives you latent praise
    you swam with me through Candle Wax
    reflected in the Broken Glass

    That Old Oak Tree in my backyard
    stands testament to Diamond Heart
    That you have touched, and you alone
    Have nurtured,
    loved,
    guided,
    known.