A SOUL BUDDY THROUGH LIFETIMES
I had a soul friend called Mick
He has since passed on
But the memory of him will never, ever be gone.
We first met on the beach of Kauai
It was our usual spot to walk, talk, and be
This lifetime is a miniscule spec of time you see.
In the last he’d arrived from Singapore
For years, we meandered to assuage my turmoil
His demeanor was so comforting having surrendered toil.
In that life he tried to explain
His words meant little to me as a proper Christian
Why couldn’t he understand? It was my mission!
My love had sailed away
Mick would ignore my perpetual yearn
As if he knew all along, my captain wouldn’t ever return.
I could always count on him to awaken a smile
He was there for me through every pain
Right to the end as a gift, to stay sane.
In this life, I never knew him to work
Getting compensation from the Government was like a toy
As a Vietnam Vet, they’d stolen his joy.
Diabetes was the reason he used
All the while, he smoked cannabis to stay high
While he was alive, I couldn't truly see why - - - sigh…
It was amazing that we were such close friends
Both of us would have liked becoming lovers
Yet it just wasn’t meant to be with our covers.
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He hated being trapped in his body
Moreover, my focus on things like metaphysics
Made him gossip angrily to everyone else – hisssssss…
We got along well with thousands of miles in between
Yet whenever broke he’d land on my doorstep
I’d feed him until his check arrived like a pet
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Mick bounced from Hawaii to California
There was a little girl he helped who’d been bit
Manual therapy was continuously needed before she could even sit.
Writing postcards and letters to everyone constantly
Regularly attempting to get a Pilippino mail order bride
The loneliness he felt wasn’t something he even tried to hide.
He was the only adult man my daughter ever really knew
Playing Santa, the Easter Bunny, not missing a single birthday
Running from memories prevented being a father figure to show her the way.
A camera was the lense through which he saw the world
Taking hundreds of pictures weekly to print
The illusion of separateness guarded protectively was more than a hint.
Not wanting to think clearly or reface the ugliness of war
Soul travel or past life regression to him was a stupid fuss
Our bond through lifetimes was something we couldn’t even discuss.
Once I truly realized who he was
The sacred contract he fulfilled as a friend, an eternal mate
Wanting to show him unconditional love without react, well, it was too late.
We hang onto such ridiculously tiny opinions in this life
He felt the true ugliness of it when he was at war
From then on in this life, he wanted to feel no more.
I miss him so much, finally feeling the full weight of his loneliness
His soul embraced me in my dream
When I awoke I realized not everything is as it’s consciously seen.
Through that eternal connection I heard the whisper of his love
Deeper than forgiveness he said simply, “Look up in the tree”
“Whenever you see beauty as a picture, you’ll be with me.”
Now even without a body I continually feel his comfort
Soar or rest freely in peace my eternal friend
Thank you for reminding me, our love will never, ever end…