The Poet's Friend Poem by Donald Ngonyo

Honeyed with grace, created uniquely
Strong in purpose, beautified naturally
"Wait, I'll get sober, and then
God will show me who, and when"

Did you tell me stories today?
I feel like I have had a thousand
Yet I long for more…just do
Please, where on earth were you?

I know you waged Red Sea
Now, can you smile for a Red Rose?
Like you did on Pharaoh's land
When the breeze lulled you

I have memories to keep
Brief, they are though, like bits
When silence comes again
I will repose till away it goes

Who will teach me to?
While probability narrates unknown
But hope sings, ‘strain forward'
Change comes either way

We call it friendship…
How friendly anyway?
God knows matter-of-factly
Where the twain does meet

The starry smiles, Oh, to see!
Friendly love at all times
When nothing works
I will call you "Cynthia."

Good night, from the poet
It's someone you've never met though
He's somewhere, private and confidential
The keys are somewhere close, just around

The poet remembers that song…