No Stranger to Goodbye's

This is a lot different than my other blog entries, but as it is a creative thought that i'm writing i figure it will fit, at least for now.

I looked around all the faces today,

of those that will soon be gone,

my college friends, once family

we're all moving on

some will stay

some will go

and almost all of us return

but in different times, in different places

and yet the time still turns

i know i'll recognize them, and talk about them now and then

but the strangest thing, is the tears unshed, that will never happen again

when i left high school i cried inside, mourned all the years

mourned what was and could have been

but now i feel no tears

For because I've made them so many times,

I'm no longer a Stranger to Goodbyes.

Holding out

In a parallel dimension, where metaphor is life

in the heat of battle, fights a fully-armored knight,

He is alone, completely surrounded by his foes,

every turn he's fighting, no matter where he goes

Battered and worn, he swings as hard as he can

he is getting weaker, its all he can do to stand.

There is a brief reprieve, they have retreated for the night,

Their damage done, the demons have taken flight

Exhuasted, the knight kneels down, glad this is over...for now

The Lone Wolf

Alone in a dreary wasteland

Alone in company

Alone with pack, and pair, and pal

Alone, but not lonely

From time to time he'll find others

Run with them 'til the time is dead

But always he returns at night

No pack with which to lay his head

Alone in a dreary wasteland

Alone in company

Alone with pack, and pair, and pal

Alone, but not lonely

With Brother Eagle and Father Sun

Flying high above his way

The Lone Wolf can always find

The strength to run another day

Alone in a dreary wasteland

Alone in company

Alone with pack, and pair, and pal

Alone, but not lonely

And he will keep on running alone

Every day and every night

passing pack after pack

and through every fight

Alone in a dreary wasteland

Alone in company

Alone with pack, and pair, and pal

Alone, but not lonely

There are some he runs with often

Who come to his joy and aid

Who have stood by him night and day

But their tracks will eventually fade

Alone in a dreary wasteland

Alone in company

Alone with pack, and pair, and pal

Alone, but not lonely

For two years he'll run with Brother Eagle

Two years of his constant stay

And when he returns he'll have been born anew

A Lone Wolf Stronger, come what may

Alone in a dreary wasteland

Alone in company

Alone with pack, and pair, and pal

Alone, but not lonely

After this great journey

After this two-year Run

He will find a She-Wolf just like he

With the guidance of Brother Eagle and Father Sun

With Her a pack will be born

With Her a pack will stay

Until they become Lone Wolfs themselves

And leave to find their way

Alone in a dreary wasteland

Alone in company

Alone with pack, and pair, and pal

Alone, but not lonely