A Friend I wouldn't Mind Meeting Again

Death touches my pen

Reminds me why I always think of him

He never comes to me like a silent or violent decree

He welcomes me in open arms 

Embodied by kindness and charm

We often sit across each other 

Drinking aromatic tea 

We dive into conversations and pleasantries

In the room of thought

He offers me advice

Just a dash of sugar to make a day nice

He holds my hand in his

Everyone I love overlaps then

The person across from me,

an embodiment of all the loves I knew

He's a silent whisper to my every day of screams

A cold touch to every scorching fight

He's the warm hug after a freezing shower

A dream to my every night of fright

Death touches my pen

Reminds me why I always think of him

He never comes as depicted in stories

He welcomes me with a word I've never heard before...

And it's like I've come across once again,

everyone I've ever loved

He brings to me all I would have missed

Just so I can be at ease

every time I meet him

Reviews

[John the Baptist]

This one sounds like the warm and fuzzy version of Ingmar Bergman's "The Seventh Seal." The speaker relates to death not as a grim reaper, but as an ever present friend with whom he sips aromatic tea. He makes death sound so cuddly you almost want to meet him yourself. Probably not a good plan. Remember, the guy tends to be possessive.

[wolfie]

Oh wow, I've never heard of that one. I'll have to watch The Seventh Seal sometime then, it seems to be right up my alley of things I would enjoy. Thank you for your input, I appreciate it.