For Tim - You Know Why

The foggy tenderness a balmy buffer, smiling oblivion decomposes anguish and pain... In frost a cloak to keep you protected: cosset without bruise. I greet you, wheel through space, after initial slumber subsides, and pain kicks in, but not actually, chant words shaped into sentences... A poem of friendship through the days, orbits, spheres, clouds, stars, smiles, and pain... Spring is budding, after snow flowers will blossom, offspring will vault. This too is going to be alright *** Poem by Darren White February 13, 2017