My Dear Friend

there lived a whipser in the wind

he cried out to me dear friend

he made the stars shine

and the darkness feel like home

he held my hand when i was alone

you can hear him through the trees

he gaurds day and night to potect me

i felt him brush my tears away

and as a child he watched me play

he never falterd when i needed help

he was alwasy there no matter the cards i was dealt

as i grow my hearing fades

i hear the wind less every day

now when tears fall down my face

it is my own hand that whips them away

and though i hear the whisper only now and then

he still calls out my dear friend


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1 Response Mar 3, 2009

This was written for my father one year ninebdays before his death I wrote because I dreamt of his passing that night before