The Communion Of Survivors
I wrote a letter one day, to someone who shared my grief and sorrow perhaps, in another lifetime she was someone, strange though her words sparked a flame a fire, full of pain she bled and expressed joy in the rain
Her laugh gave me joy, and so did her stance on life her way was so direct, she said what was perhaps something so intense, I felt her passion that breathed a life of love, she seeks — a freedom she aspires to break
I aim to follow with her, to push her when she ceases to help her stand up when she falls to make her sparkle with joy — when she becomes sad with distress I will be her zest, her companion in arms to bring her to her senses
There is much that she says, but there is so much to what she means words I feel are filled with joys that bring a breeze of calming ease she has seen despair, she has seen death in between — she has loved someone, who never seemed to sense her inner passions
She has sensed her end, and she has changed her ways she has loved her self, thus she found herself one day, that she wrote — her words made us connect two people who walk despair, who find hope within
I feel that I might make her go where she dreams I will push her till she gets up and believes She is worthy of love, and all that rests for herself there in the golden dawn, that is waiting to shine her way
Though she might hesitate — and I will pull her my way until she becomes someone, who can pick me up someday when I might fall into dear old despair, there are perhaps many who would come my way, with eternal love — my companions






