Go now, be still, my friend, with thy aching heart



Go now, be still, my friend, with thy aching heart

Thou hast been let down thrice in recent memory

Thy four month steady having returned t'other half

Which hast turned thou into a grievng man pilloried.

Thy estranged mistress hast failed yet to come thru

With the promise of making a restoration of pact ...

Pain and suffering of two years past hast now accrued

Still it looks as though there'll never be a going back.

Now thou hast discovered the previous one's also apart

To've found one with whom one gave seventeen years

Art too, separated in mind as well as body, soul, heart

Hast turned on sadness in streams of many heavy tears. 

    So, go now, my friend, with thy thrice aching heart ...

    Learn love again, for th'art yet one with truth, to start.



- Tristram



Christopher W. Thomas

4am Thurs. Jan. 15th, 1998



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