Poem - The Loss of a Friend

                             

                                                              The Loss of a Friend

To break the bones of quiet solitude

and rectify what's not

And quell an ancient Herstory

of places I forgot

don't separate my fantasy from

dusty, crushed up stone

I'd rather fly in majesty

and stay within my throne

than subject my selves

to punishment no matter

how unknown.

What fabricated fantasies upon my

lips insured

I'd rather be a butterfly

than something more obscure.

And fly close to the future

as it were coming closer

I drop my worldly cares

and turn into a ghost

of what things seemed to be

which really were quite near

to dirty, tardy playthings

I hung from like a loose

and cast upon a pyre

 of translucent

purple fire.

Oh let my eternal heart

come undone in the

rising of eight suns

from twisted, tightened prophecy

come twirlingly unfurled.

I take new steps from

infancy where I came in

so burled.

I cast upon a funeral  pyre

 of ultra-violet fire.