To the Friend I Met Along the Way

Hello foreigner,
I see you've lost your way.
With all that dust on your shoes,
they'll never last 'til day.
It's okay...
Just sit right here,
My post is near...
My name...is Simon Jay.

The sky is clear; I'll lend an ear to auctioneer.
This solar year's no souvenir,
We volunteer for world premiers like it's our career.
A celestial sphere's black marketeer causes eyes to burn and paint to smear.

Let's tuck away the silver gray.
It's commencement day,
now papier-mache.
The solar array just whittles away,
I see the sun,
I see you bow,
And I see you pray...

My thoughts sashay,
I feel okay.
I made a friend that I didn't intend.
So now I'll defend him,
Loose ends won't demean him.

It's over textured.
I'm feathered red bird.
You and I made this land our open headboard.
The stars are our shepherd.
I thank God wisdom can't be measured.
With you, times are treasured,
I'll weep when friendship gets severed...

We're moving westward,
Smooth relations now tethered...
The sheltered pup's left out to weather...

But I'll be here,
Always to lend an ear.
No matter if the sky is clear,
Or the clouds are smeared,
THIS musketeer will be here.

So always remember that my place is near.

Yours Truly,
Ginger Dear...