Craig Kennel

Gibran, poor guy!
He felt the weight of the world early on in his young life
One day, my childhood best friend disappeared
In my dreams, I walk the streets
Calling his name
Only to be greeted by the moon and the stars
Only the flowers in springtime are resurrected
Only the inner voice of the trees
And like him, I will never marry
And like Gibran, I will never marry
While I rise and fall,
the poetry is the light

Now my childhood friend
I find you in springtime
I find you in the song of the flowers
Even the stars and moon
acknowledge you now
You are light
You have become the light in me
Yes, my friend, I carry your memory gently now
Yes, my friend, you are the light in me.