Old Friends

Into the wisdom we sleep A monster of reap Upon the wildness She keeps her face Last of love and lace Let the ground gather up Time mixing faith and place Erase the writer grace Once upon a angel Sleeping in snow Let it grow on souls Resting peaceful in memory Just the other side of me Stone just as cold Fingers in manner formed A prayer to God Yet time weeps As into the wisdom The poet's heart sleeps Come gather the flowers Mix the roses in space As ice forms the crying race Leave the trees talking To a cold breeze My friend the poet has reached Golden ring and with the angels Sings my final refrain Book played words in broken frame