Natural Cause

Natural Cause

(A product of the clash of interests)

My Dear Friend,
I look down from the clouds of realisation
Into your little mixed up world,
The jungles though which you pass,
Towards the hidden paths of your future.

My Dear Friend,
If I could only prevent,
That which makes you stumble and fall...
The dark forces,
Which endanger your delicate soul.

Something, so pure,
Which still lives on,
But you know, not for long,
When your cocoon will open.

As time passes, I stall,
And try to remember, what I did not know.
The impossible.

My Dear Friend,
A balance must strike
and those who make you break,
will be a snowflake,
on a summer's day.

A.