Ancient Algorithms for a Lost Friend

The most pertinent truth,
poignantly stated each day,
is that the nature of this life
is ephemeral, and all too
quickly fades away.
The clotted cobwebs of memory
are swept aside by the unrelenting
broom of time.

I can almost see your face,
as I once saw it;
brimming with life and screaming
it's strength into the heart
of the night.
I can almost hear your voice,
as I once heard it;
loud like an eagle's call,
fearless and true.
I can almost shake your hand,
as I once did...
almost, but not even close.

The doors that connect us are forever
closing, all that we share and all that
we hold, is only a dissolving dream.
Though evanescent, the dream is vital,
and the seed from which the tree of life
has grown is utterly dependent on the
love which acts as the water feeding its
limbs; black teardrops falling from the sky.

The hourglass sand
has smeared your face,
the falling crystals that
once gave you life
now strive to erase
the memory that remains.
However, the quiet power
of human compassion
fights for you. WE will
never forget. NEVER forget.
One by one we will join
you.
Dear friend.
The ancient algorithms
of lost companions
speak the simple truth
that those who care shall
transcend the shadowed walls
of death...
and find new life within
broken dreams.