my best friend 
                                                     has to go
                                          but his heart will surely stay
                                           in the small and simple room
                                                                            by the wall.

                                     they will come and take his things…
                                         his bible and his books,
                                          his towels and his clothes,
                                                         but
                                                they can't take his heart
                                                   cause it will surely stay.

                                      it will stay forever
                                            in the room
                                               and in the hall,
                                           in the chants
                                                and the prayers
                                          that echo 
                                                         off the walls.

                                      they think that they can move him
                                               and they have
                                                          and they will,
                                       but a heart is elusive
                                             and chooses where it wills.

                                       my best friend
                                                 is leaving
                                             but his heart is in my hand
                                                i'll not let them touch it
                                                           in the room 
                                                                               by the wall.
 

        they're 
                     shipping you out
                       like parcel post…

        stuffed in a cardboard  box
        wrapped with brown paper
        tied with string
        slapped with a stamp
        and shipped to Pickering.

        out of sight
                   out of mind

        no feelings
             no memories
                 no say
                            no say.

       They who profess ,,,
         'love your neighbour
                 as yourself'
       They who
           'talk the talk'
                   should
             'walk the walk'.

      They who
                 do the shipping
          need to reflect on the lives
           They are affecting    and
                           tampering with.

      They forget
                  that one day,
          They too,

                will be shipped out.
 

               no one would guess
                 that in the secret moments of time,
                                 we connect    and
                                    the world stops for us
                                            and dances!

             time has no hold on us
                 for our souls reach
                      across the depths of canyons
                        and leap…
                 uniting in abstract clouds of thought.

             we were made
                       to know each other
                         and understand.

                         johny
           you are the world to me,
             i love you like no other.
 

 he took the wind

      it followed  as he walked
                       along the empty sidewalk…
 he didn't know it traveled at his heels
       claiming his shadow and owning his soul

 he took the wind

      we watched him disappear
                         a blackened image against the barren trees
hunched and cold
   abstract and alone
       oblivious to the power he commanded 

he took the wind
        leaving us to face the void of silence
       leaving us to peer into the future's face.