The House of Bok

The House of Bok

Come back my friend
I’ll cook you some pasta
And we’ll go for a walk
We’ll converse, breathe deep, and take in the day
We’ll bang around on our guitars,
And forget the worries of the day;
I’ll toss about my most recent ideas
Filled with quotes of whatever I’m reading
You’ll sigh and soak it all in with patience,
We can make plans for a concert
Or perhaps a trip, well… a small one
Maybe we can visit my cousin in Italy someday,
I guess what I’m saying my friend is, revive please
Let our Lord revive you
For I do not know where you’ve gone
Have you hidden within yourself?
Are you searching for quality?
I do not love you less
I just want you to come back
For I miss my friend,
I miss your challenges
I miss the way you throw open your arms in the sunshine
I miss your incredible book knowledge
I miss your desire to draw people, in more ways than one
I miss your wisdom and your heart
I miss the old philosopher
And the child with in you,
I miss you, my friend,
And I’m praying for your return.