You, my friend with the wisdom to fill a billion blazing
Alexandrian libraries.
May your loquacious words always be without regret and your
dark ink never blur from tears.
You, my friend with judgment so sharp and clear as you
blindfolded hold the gilded scales of justice,
May the sword never cut your veins and leave you bleeding and
forlorn at the stairs to the temple.
You, my friend who must have lived a thousand lives and secretly
stowed away all that knowledge into the voyage of this present endeavor,
May you never realize that the flame of youth has not
illuminated your inner eye but instead has gauged your vision.
You my friend with the unyielding belief in what is right
and wrong as you walk on the clear-cut
path of stones before you,
May you never err from your certainty to wander in the
jungle of treacherous doubts.
You, my friend standing above the rest of us hurling blazing
fireballs in scathing contempt,
If you are ever brave enough to don the shoes of those you
sneer upon, may your steps be secure and may you be protected from that
inconspicuously concealed obstacle in the road as your high head soars above
us.
BEL April, 2012
Image: BEL: Early Morning Glow (taken on Indian Head Trail, White Plains, MD)