Serendipity

for a dear friend.

Some people come into our lives
Unexpectedly,
Like a sun-shower;
Dropping in on our tides,
Sprawling rainbows across our skies.

Your venerable heart was kind
To my tender, unversed
Absurdity;
And instead of an unsound mind
You saw a heart inclined
To love,
To be loved,
To Be Love.

Some people come into our lives
But they've always been there,
Like space-time;
When you cover all the clocks
You're still you, here and now.

Some words can't define
What is and has always been,
Like essence;
The last page of the dictionary
Is where I find you, dear friend.

Reviews

[Thomas Fitzgerald]

A slight of hand type flow to the masked piece, perfectly simple and plated, well done

[Devons]

A rather intelligent and sincere eulogy. I'd like to say 'charming' but I fear that tends to be misinterpreted and underestimated nowadays, like something which is far too easy to say -- but at least you know that I mean it. As a dedication to a friend, this poem has more feeling than most of its kind because clearly real thought and feeling has been employed in order to write it: "To Be Love".

[Ed Hart]

profoundly endeared