My Friend Poem by Cristobal Benjumea

You dreamt a dream so beautyfull and yet it was not to be

I try to cry tonight

so mouch suffering and for what

I would have loved to lunch with you everyday

i remember when you were happyest

but we loved you the real you

you only new a chemical perfect bliss

and yet you deprived yourself

of the brilliant sun

So soon it rains

The sun eclipsed, and you cloud are like dew, like rain

not sun, burn endlessly like my rage which i scrible here

i wanted to suport union not separation

clouds rivers meadows and sun

the theatre

A dignifieed apoteosis

worthy of the gardens of babylon

with the wisdom of fields of wheat

and excesssive caressing

sating
relating
skating sensation of a ray of starr

silable of serenade