Poems of Narad

My Childhood Friends

My childhood friends I loved are here no more
For subtle death has upon them crept
Welcoming them through his open door
Where oft before they sweetly in silence slept
Preparing for the future and new birth.
All who are intrepid take the leap
To return to a body here on earth
Assisting in the evolution's curve.
Still at times the unfortunate fall asleep
And forget the One they solemnly came to serve.