August
25, 1983 5:40 p.m. pdt
Poetry by Michael F. Nyiri
APB for the Angel of Friendship
Ten years ago, as if in a dream,
the Angel of Friendship came to me
I contemplated her as a poetic presence
and then let her leave, you see
When the Angel of Friendship extends
her hand
You had better believe and hold on
I wrote her a bad poem, then let her go
and the succeeding years
have been boring,
and long
With nostalgic recall, I will view
her sweet face
Her ebullience, her somber sad views
But as I sit alone in cathedral silence
No friendly light
shines on the pews.
Ten years ago, as I fondly recall
All my cynical seeds hadn't sprouted
And I made light the encounter
with the Angel of Friendship
A glaring mistake loudly touted.
Where are you my Angel of Friendship
Where are you my Candle of Love
I see a dark place in a pasture
And nothing but dark clouds above.
The present cannot be defined much
the Angel of Friendship is gone
I exist as a shadow of circumstance
My skin shards will rot on the bone
Ten years ago, as if in a dream
the Angel of Friendship came to me
I've tried in years hence to call to her
I put out an APB
The "you" disappeared
in my poems
the tears and sadness all but disappeared
But I can't find the Angel of Friendship
Once lost
Always lost as I feared.
copyright 1999-2004 by Michael F. Nyiri
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