Thank you Ambrose

Thank you Ambrose for the kitchen door ajar,
a sign your friendship never closed on me, an amity extended
from afar although it was a distant glow I didn’t really know.

Thank you Ambrose for staying staunch and true,
a fellowship renewed in time of need, reviewed each time indeed
concentric paths of earthy spheres we orbit in combine.

Thank you Ambrose for appealing to the poet I became,
the muse I never knew whose gentle protestations were disposed
in subtle plays on words conveyed in hues of ever changing light.

Thank you Ambrose for being right when I was wrong,
being fair when I was strong in condemnation, patiently awaiting
for the end of fancied flights of my self-righteous indignation.

Thank you Ambrose for staying in my mind a sober voice,
I always heard the choices you proposed. It took me time to talk
with you although I made excuses disabusing what you know.

Thank you Ambrose, I am giving you the home you have inside my head;
if you were I instead of me you would have given me the key and lead me
where I could recline in restful ease a long, long time ago. And rest I will
with you my friend.
© I.D. Carswell