Time is relative some may say
Though dormant and lurking
My gaze would turn your way
From you I saw no shirking
Out of sight out of mind
That is the risk silence can bring
Yet in your words I find
Truly it was no such thing
Thank you friend, I hear you well
I urge you kindly, continue to yell!!!
Time, they say, is father to it all,
Both aging and healing:
Glad I am you answer the call
And allow poetic revealing
Of the silent inner war
That so clouds the vision,
Hiding pure melody's score
With endless indecision.
So I will, dear friend, without boast,
Continue to write, spellcheck, post.