My Friend And I

Remember the long ago when we lay together

In a pain of tenderness and counted

Our dreams: long summer afternoons

When the whistling-thrush released

A deep sweet secret on the trembling air;

Blackbird on the wing, bird of the forest shadows,

Black rose in the long ago summer,

This was your song:

It isn't time that's passing by,

It is you and I.

Made out with all learnings

But couldn't really stop life's yearning

Stupid puzzles within

We couldn't solve

One sin truly committed

Life couldn't absolve

Hard to believe

Why back-benchers are never liked

Still baffled

Why success is always hyped

Heard someone say find your anchors else life will be torn

How to make them realize stage is already set and the show must go on.....

And now the curtains falls revealing the shared anchors within.

To which the crowd applauds

Two more sinners sinned till all was absolved.