Ferdz - Poem by Hime Hiroda
Eighteen summers have come and gone
Another has passed and has been added as one;
And with that cycle of rising and setting
Comes another blessed, blissful morning.
To you my companion, my ever faithful friend,
The midnight dame, its pure fragrance sends.
Whenever you smell its calming, soothing scent,
I want you to remember moments together we spent.
You are the arrow in this vexing maze of life,
You are the peace amidst times of struggle and strife;
You, my friend, gave this senseless life direction
You revived that decayed, long lost inspiration.
In you, the wanderer has found a home
For you, the sparrow sang its lovely song;
Through you the wind set forth in its merry way
With you, this spirit soared to the zeniths of day.
As a compass to a tired, lonesome traveler
Or a sextant to a fearing nostalgic mariner,
You became my loyal, unfailing guide;
We, through the tempests, stood side by side.
This fragile mind could not have remained intact
Were it not for you company and tact;
This poor soul would have been in Hades' aweful lair,
Bitterly suffering in the Styx's venomous snare.
Unending encouragements always come from you
Words uplifting, they always ring true;
Your presence helped me so much dear friend
That, and with your words left unsaid.
How happy is the blameless vestal's lot,
The world forgetting by the world forgot;
Eternal sunshine of the spotless mind,
Each prayer accepted and each wish resigned.
Because of these words that came from you
I found strength and a passion true;
Because of you my life has changed so much
To this crippled sould you gave a living crutch.
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