Good People
It is rare to find one or two,
But here I am with the lot of you,
Bearing the burden of having to write you words.
When all I want to do is to keep you in my world,
Like a dainty little secret,
Or a song unsung,
I want the world to know about you none.
Here’s to the old soul,
Whose existence was sown before there was a beginning,
And wherever I may be going,
Brings along seeds and pieces of hearts she has broken.
Here’s to the hurt heart who in secret weeps,
And the wailing songs she keeps,
That is understood by just us two,
Singing of a friendship that I know is just true.
Here’s to that lost light who gave so much,
Whose world now revolves around someone not me,
I say to you just be,
As a burning candle bright as the sun has come,
To replace that light I’ve lost when you have gone.
Here’s to the four brothers I never had,
Who came at a time when my sad was just sad,
Unwittingly gripping my wits as my wits was about to break,
When my heart beats a thousand painful songs,
They were there accepting - wins and all mistakes.
Here’s to the annoying riot of two
Balanced by a voice of reason
And one who bears the final word,
I owe so much to you.
Here’s to my healing crowd,
I guess, the one I am most proud,
Sentient spirits who need not much,
No need for words,
And with everything else with them,
needs no rush.
Here’s to the woman strong as the wind,
Who mirrors my worries and everything within,
With quiet grace and unyielding voice,
Her presence demands and drowns out the noise.
Here’s to the steady hand,
Who stood with me at my worst,
Unplanned and unrehearsed.
Caught the tears that was birthed from my curse.
And here’s to the the loud laughter and the quiet song,
Making everything unwrong,
One who can rustle up a bit of magic to fill,
Another stirring and rousing truths to be revealed.
I was once told that the friends I keep,
Mirrors my heart and the things that are in it,
These are the good people with whom I choose to sit,
When once I thought my heart could hold so much,
There’s a lot of them holding mine,
When my heart don’t have that much.
Good people must be good souls we have met,
From our past wandering souls,
The ones our souls could not forget.
So here’s to hope that forever I keep you,
Good people in my memories,
In this scary lifetime,
And in my next too.
