July in March

I went to see a friend A distraction A warm cup of tea with a smile Growing cold in my grasp We brought with us a company Like no other, a fool for hire Unique in his sorrow Unique to my eyes And you, lost your world To serve something more than yourself Forgotten like a winter Just a cold snap with a whimper In a few months He'll be summer Hurry to the ending The last page with a twist plot And you see A father, a son, a brother Weightless drifting below the world Chancing a sight at God Manic to prove the son he was He sings a song, floating about the room Stuck to the sky, is a portrait of the moon Ageless in tandem With a die cast and a saint sinned There's your prophet Blood stains his hands I'm dazed but remembered Just a word count filed far down In your memory A slumbered vision now And you, lost a friend To serve something more than yourself