These silence of clouds, thunder roars inside,

Waiting to be heard, in our hearts it hides,

Felt within, shouting with flare,

Of unspoken words, to say none would dare…

Soaked, no blanket to keep me warm,

Frozen on a place, away from harm,

Here, though wet with shaking hands,

Stay here, my heart shouts, my heart demands…

When you show kindness and share bliss,

Makes me wonder if this is real,

Your simple touch, hugs, and friendly kiss,

Gives both hope and confusion to what I feel

You know how I feel but wouldn’t accept,

Behind this friendship are things you wouldn’t expect,

So please let me hold your hand for just this time,

And make you poems that fits to rhyme… :)

I thought the words had somehow escaped you

I thought there no longer was any hope in a simple cue,

but what a pleasant suprise it was to see,

that you truly never had forgotten me.

                                                     -C

And though I’ve been away for long,

My heart still stayed and sang your song,

And now I’m back to hold you near,

You were never forgotten my sweetest dear.

                                          -V

When you held my face with your hands so sweet,

As yours and mine, our fingertips meet,

I recall the smile before that wall,

As my heart beats fast, in love I fall

Your avatar has given me sudden tears,

I was so shocked, shaking, but without fear,

You look like a fellow bandmate, a colleague, a friend,

Who had leukemia, an early sad end,

In respect to this I cry in bliss,

His soul be free, though truly missed,

We’d still make music, in his name,

Though the band will never ever be the same,

As he sweeps his guitar like a scythe of a grim,

We’d stop in awe and look at him,

Though I still sing and shout his name,

Our band will never ever be the same,

Sweet music created through love of friendship,

Flawless rhythm with accepted kinship,

This poem I write, Thank you Jane Le Vein,

For reminding about my friend and his unfading name

Saturday nights doesn’t feel like the way it does,

When we’d laugh on the lawn and roll on the grass,

When we used to hate hard drinks and used to love beers,

And used to smoke stuffs and hear whispers clear,

Friends, alibis, kin, or whatever I’ve called you,

I wish we could do those things when problems were few,

Missing the life of a teenage boy, we had most fun,

Now just a memory, and most of us, gone…

Who might she be missing, I start to ponder,

The poems the lines and the prose of wonder,

Will they meet in time before he goes,

To a far away land where no one knows

And a promise for her almost forgotten,

An invisible friend from Cindy’s eden,

Though she could not see face to face,

She knows they’re there with loving trace

I’d make you laugh until the end,

I’ll be your love, I’ll be your friend,

Wipe those tears and hold my hand,

With your prose and mine, together we stand