Do you hear me when I call, and know that is all;
All I came to do- Hear tenderly, and know we are one,
Behind the rise and the set of the sun.
We are subsumed in this finite skin,
As less than what we are, abbreviations, and lies,
Hampering and laying the material divide.
Where love reigns, disinterested yet alive.
The material divide....I'm so sorry for the loss of your friend. It is hard to lost those we love. I like your poem. You've said allot in so few words. Take care and Peace....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
If your friend also thought the way you think you both are in unison beyond this material world. Beautifully written poem. Thank you for sharing.