At The Bedside Of A Dying Friend Poem by Benjamin Chiu Uy

At The Bedside Of A Dying Friend

No memory serves me well
But memory, memory and memories,

Was a good faithfull dog did i assume you to follow me,
You were bold and quite unwise,
You knocked at his doors once again,

Till deeds remembers this man again and dismemberered what is air and what is not a song,

What is relevant is not the ghost,
He was thecenter of my gravity,

We disengaged part of the series ofour journeys together,
Split the days into the sun and the nights with the music and the laughter,

Everything full were consumed in our days together,
Every ventures into the nights were the venues of dreams, realms and senses,

We crossed the boundaries into sins,
Into the sea of flesh,
Gentleman, companion of flesh seekers,
But these are the sins of youth but are stale.

Everything dies too soon,
And you have not half a hand to pull him back,
Back from the craters of oblivion,
Back from the closing lids,
Did the unresponsive lids respondto the stimulations of the lights and the living,

The eyes of his sun sets,
Back to incognizance did these lids,
Separates our earthly bonds,

Nor the memory of a sun, accompany
Ressurect what is dying to the joys of life,

And unspoken you are not a word,
Unborn you arebut a stone.