A Perfect Piece of Knitting, Torn, Repaired

A Perfect Piece of Knitting,

         Torn, Repaired

the soul of Jonathan was knit to the soul of David, and Jonathan loved him as his own soul.” ~ 1 Samuel 18:1

Charles, my friend, was never so heartbreaking

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As when he smiled, like Schumann at his best.

The beauty of my friend was heart-shaking.

His life was filled with ruination’s quest

For love and some escape because he failed

To see his beauty was enough.  His wife,

Wife, wife could not quite save the man. He flailed

About with Christ and blue-eyed women rife

With promise.  His own promise was a drugged

Up thing, though, like his mother’s life.  She drank

And drank and drank because his father shrugged

Her off and left her only Charles.  It stank.

..But when I looked at him, and when he smiled,

….Our broken, tangled sorrows were beguiled.