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Poem by Greg Perano

For Hutch

So the birds have flown
The ashes are cold
You will never be lonely
You will never grow old
No tears from gentle eyes will fall
Now that your pain is gone

But for me, my friend, I see no spark
In those good eyes
I hear no shout at my front door
I will sit here evermore
And count the empty years.

The birds flew in from everywhere
And all spoke of your magic
And those of pomp and circumstance
Waxed eloquent and long
But very few who knew your song
Will ever be the same
I went down to the shore today
But the ocean made no sense.

And nests are built of heartfelt words
And warmth and truth and beauty
Of wild nights and loud, long songs
Carnival, bacchanale
Stupid dreams that never end
Pieces that have built a friend
And the wind destroys them all
The pieces fall
They will not fit together
Not now, not ever.

I sit selfishly and cry
Clench my fists and try to crush all thought
What was that sound?
Who goes there
Run dumb fingers through my hair
Every thing is useless
All the words of friends fall on deaf ear
And nothing will make sense
Until, you, my friend, are here.

So the birds have flown
Will not be back
But I will sit on the sad shore
Talk to you, watch the sky for your return
How did we ever get so close?
Long ago, it was so simple
Naive fools in naive gangs
Taking on the world
Now the world has won
And we have lost.

So make them laugh out there
Make them know of your good heart
Your wild streak, your simple art
Your impish grin, your wolf impression
But never make them sad.

And the birds still sing a lonely song
Nights come down like sad blankets on empty hills
The rest of the fools meander along
Oblivious to the truth
I sit and watch them fly
Blood red wings on an early evening sky
I watch them go, and gone
Wonder if they sing his song
Or do my ears deceive me?

And love is just a four-lettered word
And soul is just a motown song
And friends are never here that long
Forever ended yesterday, close is much too far away
And nothing makes me warm
Please send another storm
So that some thing will make sense

Always and forever, brother
One foolish dreamer to another
We’ll meet again, sweet friend.

Greg Perano, November 1997
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