To a Companion

I have walked the mile,
and shared the road,
with companions fierce and true.

I have ridden trains
Of freight and mail
And realized the blue
Of light and dawn and Angels’ aches
and written of you, too.

I have gone down, falling
through sanity’s rail
screaming down and dark;
and then rose soft
in gray-frost morn
In People’s Holy Park
And seen your face and took the flight
with song of morning’s lark.