Protective father, loving mate,
Ugly ducklings in your wake,
Patiently you stand and wait.
Then with a gentle stretch you break
Bread from a child’s hand.
You see me move a mile away,
Rowing out to anywhere.
You rise, all crashing wings and spray.
Then silent, in the deep blue air,
Hang crucified against the sky.
A loch-side fire’s sharp light is cast,
As lapping waves from stillness leap
To say in darkness you have passed.
And as I lay me down to sleep,
Your parting call will calm my heart.
Nomad Omnia
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/memories-of-a-friend/
