Ph: Love: Daniel's Song Poem by Brian Johnston

A once dear friend, he now is gone,
But not into oblivion,
I search my heart, I scratch my head,
But it is clear that he's not dead.

The silence is quite staggering,
The permafrost yet lingering,
Though months have past since we fell out,
I'm still not sure what it's about.

Forgiveness longed for, but for what?
My ignorance still a blind spot,
The pain I've caused you, now my plight!
For this you've banned me from your site?

A Christmas past, a birthday too,
A long time since I've heard from you,
Though poem's float in PH halls, (1)
Like window dress in shopping malls.

New verses call to all but me
To comment on their poetry,
But friendship's what I miss the most,
The sacrament, lost supper's host.
 
Oh Lord please tell me what to do
For Daniel's loss still makes me blue.
His poems come, and then they go,
Like dreams of Michelangelo.

Some lay like honey on the tongue,
Some flail like Gotterdammerung,
Titanic struggles to be free,
My soul design, love's falconry.

Brian Johnston
February 3,2015

Poet's Notes:
Sometimes friendship like love does not always go smoothly. This poem simply acknowledges that, hoping that time may yet provide a cure.

(1) PH is simply an abbreviation for PoemHunter.