New Beginnings (for Alex)
From death emerges life, it’s said
From endings, new beginnings come
Still, my friend, you’re really dead
and with your death, I’ve come undone
From the corpse of your existence
what new infant might be born?
I struggle with my own resistance
to see the oak tree in an acorn
I try to trust, but blindly dread
when darkness everywhere I see
My visions of new life, a thread
I cling to in this hopeless sea
And then, I feel you, know you live
How can it be? Can this be real?
You reassure me, and you give
me faith in what I really feel
You can’t be dead, you are not gone
Yes, now I feel you safe with me
Within, I feel the hope of dawn
My friend, who lives, shall now be free