friend poetry

let us pity those who are better off than we are
earth travails
he came and took me by the hand
when the hours of day are numbered
brief on a flying night
evidenced in the glimmer in your eyes
do you think, my boy, when i put my arms around you
what shall we do now
looking beyond
weak-winged is song
over the rooftops race the shadows of clouds
i have come into the desert because my soul is athirst
and my name is truthful